Chapter 300
"Grandmother, have you lost your mind?" Evelyn Sinclair's voice trembled.
Madeline Kingsley's face darkened instantly. "How dare you speak to me like that?" She pointed at Evelyn's abdomen. "If you're this insolent now, what would happen if you actually carried the Kingsley heir? Restrain her!"
"Be obedient, Evelyn." Madeline narrowed her eyes. "Don't force me to get rough."
Two burly security guards immediately stepped forward, gripping Evelyn's arms. One of them reached toward her stomach.
Evelyn's pupils contracted. Maternal instinct unleashed a surge of strength within her. She kicked the guard between the legs, wrenching free as he recoiled in pain, then bolted for the door.
"Stop her!" Madeline shrieked, positioning herself in front of the exit.
Without thinking, Evelyn swung her hand.
Slap!
The sharp sound echoed through the room.
At that moment, the door burst open. Evelyn's palm connected squarely with Madeline's cheek.
"Ah!" Madeline staggered backward.
Evelyn turned to flee but collided with a familiar chest. She instinctively raised her hand again, only for her wrist to be caught in an iron grip.
"Had enough?" Alexander Kingsley's voice was hoarse and low.
"Let go!" Evelyn struggled violently. "Don't touch my baby!"
She trembled like a cornered animal, every muscle taut with desperation.
Madeline clutched her reddened cheek, shrill voice piercing the air. "Alexander! Look at her! She even struck me!"
Alexander ignored her, sweeping Evelyn into his arms.
"Put me down!" Evelyn's protest died abruptly.
He pinned her against the hallway wall, crushing his lips against hers.
The metallic tang of blood spread between them. Evelyn bit down hard, drawing blood from his tongue.
"Are you calm now?" Alexander released her, thumb swiping at the crimson streak on his lip.
Evelyn shattered. Tears flooded her cheeks as she slid down the wall, her slight frame wracked with sobs.
Alexander stood frozen.
"Alexander..." She lifted tear-drenched eyes. "If anything happens to this baby... I'll never forgive—"
Each word stabbed through him like a blade.
"Understood." His response was gravel-rough. Turning on his heel, he strode back into the examination room.
Madeline was still wailing. "Everything I did was for the Kingsleys—"
"Who gave you permission to touch her?" Alexander's voice could have frozen hell.
Madeline gaped. "I'm her grandmother!"
"You're not." Each syllable was a hammer strike. "The Sinclairs saved our family. Is this how you repay their kindness?"
Slap!
Madeline's palm cracked across Alexander's face.
"You ungrateful wretch!" She shook with rage. "How dare you speak to me this way!"