Why did Tessa depend on Margaret’s assistance enough to react so desperately?

I needed answers.

At the hospital, I found Roy in the surgical lounge, guided him into an empty consultation room, and closed the door.

I explained everything: the appointment, his messages, and my conversation with his mother.

His expression changed from confusion to horror.

“She came to your office?” He sank into a chair. “Vanessa, I swear to you, I never touched her.”

“Then talk.”

He rubbed his jaw.

“She started texting me weeks ago. I told her I didn’t know her. Then she claimed the baby was mine. I told her to stop.”

“And you didn’t tell me.”

“Ness.”

“You let me sit across from that woman yesterday without knowing any of this?”

“I thought if I ignored her, she’d eventually stop.”

“And when has ignoring a problem ever made it disappear?”

He flinched because we both knew I was right.