"Don't you have any sense of decency? How could you push a pregnant woman this far over a proposal? What were you even thinking? She's pregnant and still coming into work every day. That's not easy. If you keep this up, and something happens to her, are you going to take responsibility?"

I struggled against their grip and raised my voice.

"How many times do I have to say it? I'm using a silent keyboard! How exactly am I bothering her? Through quantum vibrations? Besides, she says she's pregnant, but has anyone here actually seen her checkup reports? Has anyone seen her husband pick her up?"

My words made a few people hesitate. I could see the doubt creeping into their faces.

Rose immediately dug into her bag and pulled out a wrinkled sheet of paper.

"This is my ultrasound! It clearly says I'm 12 weeks pregnant!"

I let out a short, cold laugh.

"Funny. A minute ago, you said my typing sounded like construction work, and it was hurting your belly. Now, you're yelling and crying this loud, and your precious son's just fine?"

Everyone paused.

Paisley frowned, murmuring under her breath, "That's true… When I was pregnant, I couldn't even handle loud noises, let alone something like this. How is her baby this tough?"

Right then, security rushed over, taking in the tense scene.

"Everyone, calm down. Let's talk this out."

Rose, who had been acting bold just moments ago, suddenly covered her mouth and gagged.

After a long moment, she spoke weakly, "My stomach hurts… It must be from when she shoved me. Something's wrong with the baby. I need to go to the hospital. If I lose my child, Stella, I won't let you off even after I'm dead!"

There was no way I was letting her get off that easily.

"Great. Let's go to the hospital. I'll go with you. And while we're at it, I'll get you checked in the men's department, too. Might as well take a look at your prostate."

Rose instantly lost it, pointing at me and screaming.

"You're insane! You're making things up! I'm going to sue you for defamation!"

I turned to everyone else.

"You all heard that, right? One hospital visit, and we'll know the truth. If she is really pregnant, I'll apologize in front of everyone. I'll cover every cent of the medical bills."

Then I looked straight at Rose.

"You dare to go?" I grabbed her arm and started pulling her toward the door. "Come on. Let's go now. Let the whole company see what you're really carrying!"

All eyes were on her, waiting.

Rose's face kept shifting, pale one second, flushed the next.

She never imagined that the girl she used to push around so easily would come back like this, all sharp edges and no fear.

She clung to the desk, refusing to move.

Then suddenly, as if something clicked, she let out a loud cry and dropped straight to the floor.

A pool of "blood" spread quickly beneath her.

She reached out, hand trembling as she pointed at me, her eyes filled with venom.

"My baby… You killed my baby…"

An ambulance rushed her away, and the whole office fell into chaos.

Paisley pointed at me, shaking with anger.

"Are you happy now? You caused her to lose her child!"

Another coworker had already dialed the police.

"Hello? Yes, we have someone here who assaulted a pregnant woman and caused a miscarriage!"

I stood there beside the spreading "blood," watching everything with a cold, steady gaze.

That wasn't blood. It was red ink.

That liar really had planned this all out.

It didn't take long for the police to arrive.

Rose had already been taken to the hospital for "emergency treatment," and as the prime suspect, I was brought in for questioning.

The office security footage had captured everything clearly.

From the message I sent in the group chat, to Rose showing up at my desk with a crowd, to me knocking her down, and finally to her so-called miscarriage.

Every piece of evidence was stacked against me.

Inside the interrogation room, the officer's face was hard and unreadable.

"Ms. Long, why did you use that much force on a pregnant woman? Just because she asked you to keep it down? Do you understand that what you did qualifies as intentional assault?"

I met his eyes, calm and steady. "I didn't. First, I never intended to hurt her. Second, she's not pregnant. She's a man."

The officer frowned.

"We've already confirmed with the hospital. The injured party is Rose Jenkins, female, 12 weeks pregnant. Due to severe impact, the pregnancy was lost. What else do you have to say?"

I let out a small laugh.

"The hospital? Which doctor ran that exam? Bring them here. Let's talk face-to-face. I've said it already. Rose is a man. There's no fetus in there. Just a silicone implant and a bag of red ink."

That made them pause. They probably hadn't seen a suspect this stubborn before.

One of the male officers slammed his hand on the table.

"You still won't admit what you did? The surveillance footage, your coworkers' statements, the hospital report, everything points to you! You think making things up will get you out of this?"

I didn't look away.

"I didn't do anything wrong. Why would I need to get out of anything? I want to see Rose. I'll prove it in front of you. I'll prove she's a man. If I can't, I'll take full responsibility. No arguments."

My certainty made them hesitate.

After a few minutes of quiet discussion, they decided to take me to the hospital for a face-to-face.

When we got there, Rose was lying in a hospital bed. She was pale and hooked up to an IV, looking weak enough to fall apart.

Paisley and a few others were standing guard beside her. The second they saw me, they rushed over like I was something dangerous.

"You've got some nerve showing up here! You killed her baby!"

Paisley was practically shouting in my face.

I ignored her and walked straight to the bed, looking down at Rose.

"Drop the act. You're overdoing it."

The moment she saw me, her whole body jerked. She shrank back, eyes wide with fear.

"Don't come near me, you monster… What more do you want? You've already killed my baby…"

She cried like she was breaking apart, loud enough to draw everyone's attention in the room. Her eyes were full of panic as she grabbed Paisley's arm, voice trembling.

"Paisley, please… Make her leave, okay? I'm scared when I see her… My baby… My poor baby…"

The others chimed in right away.

"Stella, are you really not going to stop until you drive her to death?"

"Yeah, what's the point of this? That was a life!"

I waited until the officers were actually watching me, then let out a cold laugh.

"A life? Fine. Then let's figure out whose 'life' that really was."

The second I said that, Rose snapped.

"That's nonsense! My child died because of you! You're a killer! He was three months old. I could feel him moving inside me every day… Give me my child back!"

After shouting, she broke down into sobs again, the kind that made everyone around her soften.

But this couldn't keep going.

Just as Paisley stepped forward to comfort her again, I moved. I stepped up to the bed and yanked the blanket off.

"I know exactly who killed your child.'"

Right in front of everyone, I grabbed the waistband of her hospital pants and pulled hard.