Chapter 545
Evelyn had never witnessed such raw fury in Isabella before.
Her crimson eyes burned with unbridled rage.
Every word Isabella spat out struck like a dagger, leaving Evelyn no room to defend herself.
Even the simplest phrases laid bare the twisted nature of Isabella’s relationship with Alexander.
Evelyn knew if she dragged Alexander into this again, she’d be weaponizing her own brother to destroy his family. She bit down on her lip until it bled, rendered utterly silent.
In Evelyn’s mind, Isabella had always seemed fragile—easy to manipulate.
She never expected this steel beneath her soft exterior, this fire that left Evelyn speechless.
She had underestimated her. Badly.
The pain in her scalp flared as Isabella yanked her hair, forcing her to bow like a sinner before a judge.
Evelyn’s pride burned, but what could she do? She had brought this upon herself.
Earlier, Simon had warned her.
He’d said if she failed to earn Claire’s forgiveness, she could face charges. Prison.
Isabella had scoffed. “Alexander won’t let that happen.”
Simon had smirked, as if he’d expected that answer.
“Mr. Whitmore has principles,” he’d said. “He won’t sacrifice others for your mistakes.”
The thought of prison sent ice through her veins. Swallowing her pride, she relented.
“Fine! I’ll apologize!” she snapped, wrenching free from Isabella’s grip. She turned toward the operating room doors and shouted, “I’m sorry!”
Isabella’s laugh was sharp. “Sorry? If apologies fixed everything, we wouldn’t need laws. When Claire wakes up, you’ll say it to her face.”
Evelyn stiffened. “I already did.”
“You think tears erase what you did?” Isabella shot back.
Desperate, Evelyn turned to Alexander, searching for mercy.
He didn’t even glance at her.
The indifference cut deeper than any blade.
They’d grown up together. He’d sent her money when she was abroad. She’d thought she meant something to him.
But now, with Isabella beside him, his loyalty was clear.
“Alexander,” she whispered, voice cracking. “Can we talk? Alone?”
His arm slid around Isabella’s shoulders. “No. You’ve hurt her enough.”
Humiliation scorched her cheeks.
Then—the operating room doors swung open.
Lucas, pale but alive, was wheeled out.
While everyone else still glared at Evelyn, his gaze locked onto the doors.
He lunged forward, gripping the nurse’s arm. “Where is she?”
The nurse held a child—but Claire was nowhere to be seen.
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