Just as Hope Newton had guessed, the moment Mrs. Newton was loaded into the ambulance, her phone began to ring. The caller’s ID flashed: Sylvia.

“Mom! Did you seriously go to that pregnant woman’s house to cause trouble?”

Lying on the stretcher, Mrs. Newton groaned. Every part of her body ached.

“How do you even know that?”

Sylvia’s sharp tone made her frown. She hadn’t told her daughter anything about this.

“Someone texted me—told me everything you did at Mrs. Knapp’s house. Mom, how could you go off on your own without talking to me first?”

Sylvia’s voice was anger and fear.

“You’re going to ruin everything for me!”

Hearing...