Chapter 550

Isabella gave a vague response. "Regardless, I made a mistake and should apologize properly. They only demanded compensation and won't pursue legal action." Alexander's frown deepened. "Tell me honestly—did Evelyn force you to kneel?"

Isabella froze, shocked he'd uncovered the truth.

After previous consequences, she dared not lie this time. "No, it was Lucas."

Alexander's expression turned icy. "Then why blame Evelyn?"

Isabella had no reply.

Rubbing his temples in frustration, Alexander ordered, "Simon, escort her back."

Simon stepped forward immediately. "Ms. Morgan, I'll drive you home."

Biting her lip, Isabella cast one last longing glance at Alexander.

He ignored her completely, his gaze fixed on the hospital room door.

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Inside the private suite, Lucas stared at Claire with tear-filled eyes.

"Claire, if she's my daughter, why did you claim you'd terminated the pregnancy? I'm her father, yet you hid her existence and planned to have her call another man Daddy."

The thought alone crushed Lucas.

For years, he'd believed his indecisiveness drove Claire to abort their child, creating an irreparable rift between them. The imagined loss had devastated him, leading to years of self-punishment and desperate attempts to win her back.

Now he discovered the truth—their child lived.

Did this mean Claire's relationship with Julian was just an act?

Could there still be hope for them?

Evelyn sat quietly on the sofa, meticulously peeling an apple.

Noticing this, Claire immediately said, "I want an apple too."

"You just delivered. No cold fruits."

Evelyn blinked curiously. "Speaking of which, did you arrange postnatal care? Should we call your helpers?"

"I hired two maternity nurses." Claire reached for her phone. "I'll summon them."

Their casual conversation completely excluded Lucas.

Simon pulled up to the orchestra's entrance, and Isabella exited the vehicle.

As she turned to leave, he suddenly said, "Ms. Morgan, while you did eat the croissant I bought for my girlfriend, I'm not unreasonable. Please wire me the twenty-five dollars. Thank you." He lowered the driver's window, fixing her with an expectant look.

Isabella gaped.

Demanding twenty-five dollars? How petty could he be?

Glaring furiously, Isabella snapped, "A man like you actually has a girlfriend? I hope she dumps you immediately!"

Simon smirked. "When you had food poisoning, I stayed overnight at the hospital. Countless chauffeur services—all forgotten? Ms. Morgan, how cruel to wish my relationship ruined."

Isabella retorted, "You're Mr. Whitmore's executive assistant. Solving his problems is literally your job—he pays you generously. Serving me falls under those duties. What's your point?"

Simon countered, "My contract specifies assisting Mr. Whitmore—not buying you pastries. All this deflection... are you trying to skip out on your debt?"

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