Chapter 1457

No.1

What did that make their relationship?

He'd rather have never met her than face this betrayal.

"Let me see!" Eleanor Kingsley's shaking hands snatched the papers, her eyes scanning unfamiliar medical jargon. "What does this actually say?"

Madam Winslow smirked. "Sterility. Even a fool could understand that."

"Out!" Eleanor slapped the papers across Madam Winslow's face. "This is none of your concern!"

The pages grazed Madam Winslow's cheek, igniting her temper.

"Are the Kingsleys blind? Treasuring this damaged goods!"

No.2

Mr. Kingsley shoved her aside. "Mind your tongue!"

Mr. Winslow tried restraining his wife, only to receive a stinging slap.

"Dad! Mom!" Isabella stamped her foot in frustration.

Chaos erupted in the room.

Only Evelyn remained still.

Not once had she defended herself.

Alexander's gaze locked onto her.

No.3

A chilling realization struck him—the calmest person in this storm was its eye.

Neither the accusations nor the "evidence" had ruffled her composure.

This silence cut deeper than any denial.

"Explain." Alexander's voice emerged from some abyss.

Evelyn traced the edge of her phone absently.

"Nothing to explain."

The words shattered Alexander's last restraint.

No.4

He remembered tonight's meticulously planned proposal.

The ring designs revised countless times.

What a fool he'd been.

With trembling hands, he thrust the document before her.

"One last chance. Is this true?"

Evelyn studied the paper.

Those clinical terms had once brought unbearable pain.

No.5

She remembered the snowy night.

The metal pipe striking her abdomen.

The biting cold.

What she'd fought so desperately to protect.

Waking up thinking the nightmare was over...

Only to learn it had just begun.

"What's written here..." Evelyn's lips curved into a faint smile, her eyes glimmering with something fragile, "...is all..."

No.6

"D&C isn't just for abortions!"

Julian's interruption came like a lifeline.

He could've stayed silent. This was his chance to reclaim her.

But he couldn't watch the light fade from her eyes.

Couldn't bear her smiling through the agony.

Crimson flooded Julian Ashford's vision.

He finally understood—despair wasn't gray. It was blinding scarlet.

No.7

Like fireworks at life's final moment.

"The D&C surgery wasn't just for miscarriage." The doctor's words stabbed his heart. "Internal bleeding from abdominal trauma required uterine evacuation."

Julian's breath turned ragged.

That winter's truth surfaced—their "romantic getaway" had been a fight for survival.

Only the freezing temperatures had saved Evelyn Sinclair, slowing blood loss during those two endless hours.

"Injured?" Isabella Winslow feigned shock. "How does one get hurt on vacation?"