Chapter 220

Alexander Kingsley's gaze darkened.

Memories of that night flooded back.

Isabella Winslow had taken the coat from the waiter and draped it over her own shoulders.

He'd coldly yanked it away.

Little did he know that moment had been secretly photographed, eventually landing in Evelyn Sinclair's hands as material for her news story...

It became damning evidence used against him in court.

"Lord Alex," Nathan Carter's voice tightened. "Our investigation found that Madam was also at the club that night."

Alexander's pupils constricted. "What did you say?"

Nathan silently pulled up a second surveillance clip.

"During initial evidence collection, I only reviewed footage after you left the club." Nathan's throat felt dry. "Madam actually... arrived at the entrance before you did. It seemed she was looking for you..."

"Why didn't she come in?" Alexander's voice turned razor-sharp.

Beads of sweat formed on Nathan's forehead. "Someone... bribed a waiter. The waiter told her... that you refused to see her."

The terrified waiter only admitted to taking money, avoiding specifics about what was said.

But whatever words had been used, they'd been cruel enough to make Evelyn turn away immediately.

Alexander's knuckles turned white. "Why did she go to the airport?"

Nathan's voice dropped lower. "That night... Sophie's condition became critical. Dr. Xu, her attending physician, was suddenly transferred abroad. Madam might have... come to you for help first..."

The words struck Alexander like a physical blow.

He suddenly remembered that day in the hospital ward.

When Isabella mentioned Grandfather's illness and the doctor sent overseas for treatment, Evelyn's face had gone deathly pale.

Every wound had been inflicted by his own hand.

"Keep digging," he rasped.

——

In the ICU, Alexander quietly drew the curtains.

His eyes lingered on the pale face lying motionless on the bed.

"Evelyn..."

His throat felt stuffed with cotton, rendering him speechless.

He slowly knelt beside the bed, pressing his forehead against her cold hand.

The medical tape securing her IV burned his eyes.

"I'm sorry..."

The whisper dissolved into the sterile hospital air.

——

Madeline Kingsley returned to her bedroom, her chest still tight with anger.

Mrs. Laurel's betrayal cut like a knife.

But Evelyn and the unborn child's fate hurt even more...

Her phone suddenly rang.

An incoming video call from an old friend.

The moment Madeline answered, her expression changed.

Isabella's face filled the screen!

"How dare you?" Madeline trembled with rage. "After everything, you have the audacity to show your face? You even hacked my friend's phone! You're behind what happened to Evelyn, aren't you?"

"Grandmother, wait!" Isabella frantically held up a medical report. "Look, I just got tested today—it's a boy!"

Madeline's finger froze over the end call button.

"I kept the baby safe overseas," Isabella sobbed. "I know I was wrong. I won't bother Alexander again. Just let me have this child..."

Seeing Madeline hesitate, she rushed on, "Mrs. Wilson can vouch for me! Once the baby's born, I'll send him straight to you!"

Madeline stared at the screen, her voice shaking:

"You... you're really still pregnant?"