[Penthouse]
Lola was leaning against the headboard, a laptop resting on her lap.
"It's getting late," she whispered. "He said he'd be back quickly."
But it had already been three hours since he left. Not exactly quick. She didn't dwell on it, though, shifting her focus back to the laptop.
"Huh?" she blinked. "How did I end up with this file?"
Her brows crinkled. This wasn't what she had been looking for. The file was old, a collection of evidence about her pregnancy. Until now, none of it had given her clear answers, especially after confronting Hudson, whom all these files pointed to.
Lola was about to close the laptop and do something else, already feeling sleepy while waiting for Atlas to return. But something caught her attention. Her eyes drifted back to the screen, clicking through the photos in the folder.
"Why am I even looking at this?" she murmured, pressing the right arrow to check the next photo.
