The general did not raise his voice.
“This is accountability.”
Ryan stepped back.
“I didn’t commit a crime.”
“No?” Bennett asked quietly. “You abandoned a woman in medical distress. You ignored repeated emergency warnings. And according to the recording from her 911 call, she told the operator her husband refused to help her.”
Ryan froze.
The recording.
He had forgotten about it.
Claire’s voice had been captured during the worst moment of her life—alone, terrified, and begging strangers to save her because her husband would not.
“I was only gone for a few hours,” Ryan whispered.
“Forty-six hours,” Bennett said.
Ryan flinched.
“You did not answer her calls. You did not call the hospital. You did not come home. You stayed at your mother’s estate for two days.”
Ryan’s face burned.
Evelyn had insisted he stay. She had told him Claire was manipulating him, that women had been giving birth for centuries, and that no decent son would abandon his mother’s milestone celebration over “pregnancy drama.”
Ryan had believed her because it was easier than being a husband.
“My mother didn’t know,” he said weakly.
General Bennett’s gaze sharpened.
“Your mother received three calls from the hospital.”
Ryan went still.
“What?”
“A nurse called your emergency contact list. Your mother answered. She said you were unavailable and that Claire had a history of exaggerating.”
Ryan’s blood ran cold.
“No. She wouldn’t—”
“She did.”
