Chapter 1700

No.1

This mastermind now played the peacemaker.

Ignoring her, Evelyn turned to Ethan. "Where's my bag?"

After checking her belongings, she sat on the cot's edge, packing methodically while tuning out Isabella's theatrics.

"Alex, time for your medicine..."

"Should I peel you an apple?"

"Which script do you think suits me best?"

Isabella's tinkling laughter grated, but Evelyn refused to react.

"Any charging cables?" she asked Ethan.

No.2

Ethan glanced at Alexander.

"Get it yourself," Alexander snapped.

Evelyn acted as if she hadn't heard.

Isabella jumped up. "Let me hel—"

"Help with what?" Eleanor Kingsley's cheerful voice rang from the doorway. "My, has this become a shared room?"

Behind her, Julian Ashford's silhouette came into clear view.

"Mom..."

Alexander finally understood where Evelyn got her stubbornness.

No.3

Eleanor Kingsley had actually brought Julian Ashford into the hospital room!

Was she deliberately stirring up trouble?

"Alex, this is unacceptable," Eleanor scolded without hesitation. "I found Mr. Ashford waiting outside when I arrived. He came specifically to see you, and you left him standing there?"

She pushed past Ethan Miller to sit beside Evelyn's bed. "Evelyn, what happened? I heard you fainted. No job is worth sacrificing your health."

She took Evelyn's hand and frowned. "Why are your hands so cold?"

Her sharp gaze immediately turned toward Alexander.

Isabella Winslow had already sprung away from his bedside, sitting rigidly upright.

The memory of Eleanor's previous public humiliation still fresh, the actress regarded the unpredictable socialite with visible fear.

No.4

"Hmph," Eleanor sneered. "When your heart turns cold, of course your hands would freeze."

Alexander found his mother utterly unreasonable.

"Mom—"

"Don't call me that! I should've birthed a dumpling instead!" Eleanor's temper flared.

She'd thought her son finally came to his senses by arranging their shared hospital room.

Only to find him cozying up with Isabella right in front of Evelyn!

"Mr. Ashford, sit here," Eleanor deliberately provoked, smiling sweetly at Julian. "Silly me—of course you're not here for Alex. Sit beside Evelyn. Poor girl has no one keeping her company during her hospitalization. Thank you for remembering her."

Even the usually composed Julian looked uncomfortable.

No.5

After Alexander forcibly took Evelyn away, he'd worried for her safety but was barred from entering.

Contacting Eleanor had been his last resort...

Her blatant falsehoods now made him flush with secondhand embarrassment.

"You called my mother?"

Julian hadn't even sat down before Alexander confronted him.

He'd specifically ordered his staff to keep Evelyn's condition from Eleanor.

Only Julian—this man would stoop to any level to get close to Evelyn.

Julian scoffed, redirecting the accusation: "Miss Winslow, I heard Ryan Holt signed a betting agreement with your company. Did you arrange that interview?"

No.6

Evelyn looked up in surprise.

Both Eleanor and Alexander instantly focused on Isabella.

Eleanor's eyes burned with undisguised hostility, though she didn't yet grasp the full situation.

Alexander's gaze turned glacial.

"I-I don't know..." Isabella trembled. "I never involve myself in company affairs... Mr. Ashford, what interview? I don't understand..."

She had to play dumb!

Without concrete proof, no one could confirm her scheme.

After coming this far, she couldn't fail at the final step!

No.7

Julian lacked solid evidence.

Ryan wouldn't dare talk.