Chapter 1180

No.1

"Isabella!"

"Release my daughter!"

The Winslows had arrived.

"Mom! Dad! Help me—" Isabella shrieked.

She silently thanked William West for his advice.

Chaos engulfed the corridor.

Julian seized the moment to spirit Evelyn away.

No.2

That night, he stood vigil at her apartment.

Alexander came pounding at the door, then attempted to pick the lock.

Learning Julian was inside, his rage exploded.

The altercation drew police intervention.

Evelyn had no choice but to open up.

The Kingsleys arrived en masse.

Eleanor Kingsley shielded her. "Let's discuss this calmly."

No.3

Alexander stormed in, scanning the rooms. His tension eased slightly—no signs of male occupation.

"Evelyn, speak with me privately," Madeline begged.

"No!" Alexander cut in. "Grandmother, stop wasting effort."

Madeline glared. "Must I say it publicly?"

"Go ahead." He smirked. "Let's see who truly harms the Kingsleys."

"You—" Madeline shook with fury.

Evelyn inhaled deeply. "Grandmother, come inside."

No.4

Alexander blocked her path. "We need to talk first."

"Fine." Eleanor warned him with a look. "Don't intimidate her."

The door remained open.

Under Julian's watchful gaze, Evelyn led Alexander into the bedroom.

She struck first. "Alexander, do you truly believe you control everything in love?"

Alexander Kingsley's slender fingers brushed past the nightstand, effortlessly picking up the bottle of white pills.

The label for Vitamin B9 gleamed coldly under the light.

No.5

Evelyn Sinclair's breath hitched.

Those were the supplements Julian Ashford had specially prepared for her.

Thankfully, Alexander merely glanced at the bottle before setting it back down.

As he turned, dark emotions swirled in his eyes. "This marriage—I'll let you call the shots."

"Marriage?" Evelyn's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Alexander's gaze darkened. "I won't marry anyone else."

"But sleeping around is fine?" The words tumbled out before she could stop them.

No.6

The air turned to ice.

Alexander's throat moved. "Evelyn, let's not do this..."

"That ring was my original design. I never expected the blueprint to leak."

"I will get the brooch back."

Suddenly, his hands clamped onto her shoulders, his voice rough. "Hate me. Punish me. But you have to come back to me."

Evelyn met his unusually vulnerable gaze.

"What does Madeline want to say?" She abruptly changed the subject. "The Kingsleys need an heir. Who will you choose to mother your child?"

No.7

Isabella Winslow's name hung between them.

"I'll handle it," Alexander said firmly.

"Some things can't be undone." Evelyn took a step back. "All I want is for you to stay out of my life."

She had to protect the child growing inside her.

Yet Alexander kept dragging her into his battles.

"I need to rest." She glanced pointedly at the clock.