Chapter 305

"I didn't..." At least everything turned out fine in the end.

Especially since Patriarch Kingsley genuinely cared for her.

"Evelyn, come with me." The old man ignored Alexander resting on the hospital bed and motioned to her. "Let me handle this for you."

"No need, Grandfather." Evelyn Sinclair took half a step back. "It's over now."

See Madeline Kingsley again? Listen to her tearful apologies?

Enough.

She'd had enough.

The resistance in Evelyn's eyes didn't escape the old man.

He sighed deeply. The girl's heart was truly wounded.

"Evelyn, family matters should stay within the family." Patriarch Kingsley glanced meaningfully at the hospital bed. "We all support you. Clear the air, then you and Alexander can move forward. We won't interfere."

Evelyn knew Eleanor Kingsley would rush to comfort her if possible.

In the Kingsley household, everyone treated her like treasure—except Madeline.

Yet this suffocating affection only made her crave freedom more.

......

Madeline sat weeping on her hospital bed. "What did I do wrong? I only cared about Evelyn's health!"

Eleanor stood nearby, exasperated.

When the tears finally slowed, she spoke. "Mother, forcing medical tests on a healthy person would anger anyone. You promised last time to stop meddling—"

"Everything's my fault! This old hag should stop interfering!" Madeline suddenly erupted. "I shouldn't care about the Kingsley bloodline!"

"Just let me die!" She made a show of climbing out of bed.

"Enough!" Patriarch Kingsley stormed in.

Mr. Kingsley hurried to support him. "Father, please be careful."

Evelyn and Alexander followed silently behind.

Madeline's tears redoubled at their arrival. "Here to scold your foolish old grandmother, are you?"

"Mother, your blood pressure," Mr. Kingsley reminded gently.

"What does blood pressure matter?" Madeline snapped. "I'll be dead soon anyway!"

"Silence!" Patriarch Kingsley roared. "You nearly harmed Evelyn and our great-grandchild, yet you dare play the victim?"

Madeline froze mid-tantrum. "Great-grandchild?"

Her face darkened. "You're lying to shame me?"

"Mother, we wouldn't—" Mr. Kingsley began.

"Faking a pregnancy just to criticize me?" Madeline's voice rose hysterically.

Evelyn clenched her jaw as Alexander's arm tightened around her waist.

Even looking at Madeline made her nauseous.

"Enough!" The patriarch's voice shook the room. "Would Evelyn refuse tests unless she was truly pregnant? Unlike you, she doesn't create drama for attention!"

Madeline shrank under his fury.

"We kept it secret because of your reckless actions! You almost killed Evelyn and our heir with that MRI! Alexander was right—who gave you the right?"

Silence filled the ward.

Finally, Madeline peeked at Evelyn. "She's really...?"

Evelyn turned away, expression icy.

"Would we joke about this?" Eleanor said scornfully. "Evelyn isn't a fraud like Isabella Winslow."

"The baby... is it alright?" Madeline's focus shifted entirely.

"The car accident caused complications, but it's stable now." Eleanor spoke vaguely. "Mother, you nearly caused a disaster today."

Realization dawned on Madeline. She looked pleadingly at Evelyn. "Evelyn..."

As Evelyn moved to leave, Alexander spoke first. "We're going. I need rest."

Madeline remembered her grandson's injuries. "Yes, rest! But Evelyn should stay with—"

"She stays with me." Alexander's voice cut like ice. "You have plenty of company."

His cold stare stung Madeline.

But soon, excitement took over. "The baby wasn't hurt in the crash?"

Eleanor sighed inwardly.

Did this woman have nothing better to do?

"Keep causing scenes, and you'll never meet your great-grandchild," Patriarch Kingsley warned.

"I just asked..." Madeline forced a smile.

No one bothered to respond.

......

"Where are you going?" Alexander gripped Evelyn's wrist at the elevator. "Stay. With me."