Chapter 189

Alexander Kingsley floored the accelerator, the engine roaring as he sped toward Provincial Hospital.

His phone screen flickered between light and dark. Evelyn Sinclair's number kept ringing with no answer. After the final busy signal, it shut off completely.

His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel.

That child wasn't even his.

Yet hearing she'd fallen down the stairs felt like an invisible hand crushing his heart.

He convinced himself with a flimsy excuse—Evelyn had a delicate constitution. This pregnancy was rare for her. Losing it would devastate her.

The hospital lobby lights stabbed his eyes.

"Any pregnant women brought in after falling down stairs?" He slammed his palm on the maternity ward's front desk.

"Alexander?"

Madam Winslow's shocked voice came from behind.

Alexander turned to face the flustered expressions of the Winslow couple. Madam Winslow studied his frantic demeanor, her gaze calculating.

Madeline Kingsley hurried down the corridor. "Alexander! Isabella's in critical condition, you need to—"

"Perfect." Alexander's lips curled into a cold smile.

He'd been itching for a chance to verify the paternity of Isabella's baby.

"What do you mean?" Madeline's voice rose sharply. "Did you put Evelyn up to pushing her?"

Alexander's pupils constricted.

"She can't bear children, so she wants to rob the Kingsleys of an heir!" Madeline trembled with rage. "If anything happens to Isabella's baby, I'll make her pay!"

"Where is Evelyn?" Alexander's voice was glacial.

"You'll never find her!" Madeline wrenched her arm free.

The operating room doors burst open.

"Family of Isabella Winslow!"

The Winslows rushed forward. Madeline tried to follow, but Alexander seized her wrist.

"Let go! You ungrateful wretch!" Madeline shrieked.

Kingsley family members swarmed in, pulling them apart.

"You'd lay hands on your own grandmother for Evelyn?" Madeline sobbed.

Alexander remained unmoved. "Last chance. Where is she?"

"If Isabella suffers, I'll take half that girl's life!" Madeline screamed hysterically.

"Mother, Evelyn would never—" Eleanor Kingsley's protest was cut off.

"She pushed Isabella down the stairs!" Madeline spat. "I saw it with my own eyes!"

"The Eatons have surveillance," Patriarch Kingsley said grimly.

The footage arrived swiftly.

The video showed Isabella repeatedly grabbing at Evelyn. At the stairwell landing, she suddenly shoved Evelyn from behind.

At the last second, Evelyn caught the railing to steady herself. Isabella, however, tumbled down like a broken marionette.

"Isabella attacked first!" Patriarch Kingsley slammed his fist on a table.

Madeline paled. Slowed frames revealed Evelyn had reflexively grabbed Isabella's arm.

"She dragged Isabella down on purpose!" Madeline insisted. "Isabella was carrying a child! How could she—"

"And how couldn't she?" Alexander's eyes frosted over. "Evelyn is pregnant too. Why don't you mention that?"

The air turned to ice.