Leo stopped beside Bradley. “Mr. Foster.”

Bradley turned his head. “Who are you?”

“I’m the man whose investigator found the shell companies you created. I’m the man who delivered your records to the people you stole from.”

Bradley’s face drained of color. “Why?”

Leo leaned closer. “Because you looked at the mother of my son and called her fat.”

The world seemed to go silent. Bradley stared at Chloe’s stomach. Understanding arrived slowly, followed by horror. “You’re pregnant?”