Chapter 635

Evelyn was nearly seven months pregnant.

The night was pitch black outside, the air crisp with the sudden chill of changing seasons.

Where could a pregnant woman go at this hour? Claire's place was the only logical choice.

Alexander's face darkened with worry as he stormed out, his mind racing.

He drove straight to the symphony hall—a high-security facility where no one entered without clearance. Even pulling rank didn’t sway the guard, who informed him that most musicians had left for holiday concerts, leaving the building nearly deserted.

When he realized Evelyn wasn’t there, Alexander slumped into his car, lighting cigarette after cigarette.

Blocked from her phone, he couldn’t even reach her.

Then Simon called. "Sir, Ms. Morgan is awake."

Alexander’s jaw clenched. Just the mention of Isabella’s name set his teeth on edge.

"What does that have to do with me? Call a doctor!"

Frustration sharpened his tone. Simon had picked the worst possible moment.

Simon hesitated. "She won’t stop crying. Claims she’s in pain and insists on seeing you. Nothing I say helps."

The wailing had disturbed neighboring rooms all night. Simon was at his breaking point.

"Then sedate her."

Alexander hung up with a sharp click.

He lit another cigarette, exhaling slowly.

Things were spiraling.

Since Isabella’s return, his relationship with Evelyn had been nothing but turbulence.

Maybe it was time to send Isabella away for good.

As the cigarette burned down, a thought struck him.

Hawthorne Estate.

Late that night, after leaving, Evelyn had considered a hotel.

But her doctor had been adamant—she shouldn’t be alone this far into her pregnancy, especially after her recent hospital stay.

Claire’s home was too chaotic with children.

So she took a cab to Hawthorne Estate.

Margaret was on the couch, watching TV.

When Evelyn walked in, Margaret blinked in surprise, glancing behind her. "You’re discharged? Where’s Alexander?"

Since their reconciliation, Evelyn’s old room had been kept ready.

Margaret had visited her in the hospital days prior, bringing supplements.

Evelyn slipped off her shoes. "He’s busy."

Margaret’s smile faltered at the suitcase. "Did you two fight?"

Evelyn didn’t elaborate.

Richard approached, sighing. "Men work all day. Must you bring drama home too?"

Margaret’s eyes flashed. "Richard, watch your tone. Who’s being dramatic?"

"I’m just saying—"

"Say less," Margaret snapped. "Would you react this way if it were Vanessa?"

Lately, Richard had been treading carefully.

After nearly losing Margaret to divorce, he now slept on the floor, his back stiff from months of punishment.

One wrong word, and she’d throw him out for good.

Seeing the storm brewing, Richard backed down. "Fine, my bad."

Evelyn retreated to her room, shutting the door softly.

Margaret followed, concerned. "Talk to me."

Evelyn lowered her eyes.

How could she explain such a tangled mess?

Margaret squeezed her shoulder. "Stay as long as you need. This is your home."

Half-asleep later, Evelyn heard the door creak open.

Too exhausted to react, she kept her eyes closed.

Then the mattress dipped.

Someone slid in beside her.

Her pulse spiked.

Alexander.

She clutched the blanket tighter, turning away.

No doubt Margaret had let him in.

A quiet sigh escaped her.

She focused on steadying her breathing, willing sleep to come.

But then his voice cut through the dark. "Evelyn. We need to talk."

She stayed silent, unmoving.

His hand brushed her shoulder. "Even if she provoked you, pushing her down the stairs was too far. What if she’s permanently injured? She could become our problem forever."

Evelyn’s eyes flew open.

A cold weight settled in her chest.

Had he seen the blood pack Isabella left? The whole thing was staged—yet here he was, accusing her.

She’d wanted answers. Why did Isabella know their passcode? Why was she in their bed?

But now, it didn’t matter.

Her voice trembled. "Even unharmed, she’ll always be tied to you, won’t she?"

Alexander stiffened. "How can you say that?"

"Am I wrong?" Her bitterness spilled over. "Why was I hospitalized? Because Isabella couldn’t stand me happy. Couldn’t stand our baby. You brought this into my life!"

The silence that followed was heavier than the dark.