Weight of The Untold

Chapter 70

Week 34: The baby's body has begun to fill out the formation of fat tissue under their skin which will help regulate their body temperature once they are born. Most of the organs are now fully formed and developed.

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Caleb’s POV

Kyla paced the length of the living room like a caged storm, her clothed feet brushing against the marble floors without sound, yet somehow every step felt loud. Heavy. Dangerous. The chandeliers above us glowed softly, mocking the tension simmering underneath their luxury calm.

An hour ago, I’d told her the truth about Reid.

She’d hung up without a word.

And now she was here—at the manor, past midnight, classes forgotten, consequences damned.

“I cannot believe you invited a murderer to my birthday party.”
Her voice cracked through the silence as she continued pacing, her hands flying through her hair.

I clenched my jaw. “I didn’t know he killed dad okay,” I shot back, frustration bleeding through despite my effort to stay calm. “And besides at least now we can tell grandpa we found the killer and he can stop his kidnapping plan.”

She stopped abruptly, turning to face me. The fire in her eyes was lethal.
“I already told him on my way here. He’ll be here in the afternoon.” She exhaled sharply. “He already had his boys watching the poor girl’s every move can you believe that?”

A chill crawled down my spine. Grandpa never did anything halfway.
“At least they have been called off now,” I said, trying to ground us both. “Listen I don’t think you want to get involved in this any longer. This could get ugly and I don’t think that is good for the baby.”

Her head snapped up so fast it startled me.

“Don’t you try and cut me off like that. What is good or not good for my baby will be known by me and not you.”
Her voice shook—not with weakness, but with fury.

Typical Davison temper.

“Kid listen.” I softened my tone, stepping closer. “I know you want to look that son of a bitch into his eyes and ask him why he did it but that will only hurt you more instead. Please you don’t h—”

“Caleb!”
The way she yelled my name sliced straight through me.
“Stop.”

I froze.

Her eyes… they weren’t just angry. They screamed revenge. The kind that doesn’t sleep. The kind that burns quietly until it consumes everything.

“Okay fine.”
I exhaled slowly and reached for my phone.

James answered on the first ring.
“Mr Davison.”

“I need him here by tonight.”

“I’ll bring him over in two hours.”

If there was one thing I admired about James, it was his efficiency. No questions. No hesitation. A clean job—always.

“Perfect.”

I ended the call and met Kyla’s gaze. “Are you sure about this?”

She hugged herself, shoulders tight, then nodded.
“Yes.”

I gave her a curt nod, knowing there was no stopping her now.
“Does Zach know about this?”

“I haven’t told him anything, have you?”

She shook her head.
“No. It’s actually a good thing he’s not even in town. I prefer he doesn’t know about this.”

That sentence hit harder than it should’ve.