Chapter 525
No.1
The Winslow family tried to intervene but found themselves surrounded by Kingsley security.
"Do you know where Evelyn is?" Madeline suddenly asked.
Alexander went rigid.
The text message flashed through his mind.
He shoved Isabella aside and sprinted toward the elevators.
......
The taxi stopped outside a dilapidated apartment complex.
No.2
Evelyn Sinclair pushed open her front door to the overwhelming stench of alcohol.
Julian Ashford lay curled on the couch, lifting his head with difficulty at the sound.
"Julian?" She rushed forward.
Her fingertips brushed his scorching forehead. She inhaled sharply.
Julian suddenly seized her wrist.
"I've got nowhere else to go..." His voice was ragged. "My mother, she..."
Evelyn tried to pull away to grab her phone, but he yanked her into his arms.
No.3
"Does your offer still stand?" His feverish breath scorched her ear.
"Let's get you to a hospital first." She struggled to free herself.
Julian tightened his grip. "When I recover... you'll take me away?"
The front door exploded inward before he could finish.
Alexander stormed in like an enraged lion, wrenching Evelyn behind him.
The sickening crunch of his fist connecting with Julian's face made Evelyn wince.
"Alexander!" She lunged to stop him, only to be thrown onto the couch.
No.4
Blood trickled from Julian's split lip as he weakly shook his head at her.
"I'm calling the police!" She grabbed her phone.
Alexander ignored her, slamming Julian's head against the floor.
Evelyn bolted to the window and flung it open.
Icy wind howled through as she climbed onto the ledge.
"Hit him one more time," she whispered, the calm terrifying. "And I'll jump."
Alexander's fist hovered mid-air.
No.5
He turned to see Evelyn leaning precariously over the twenty-third-story drop.
The winter gale whipped her hair into a dark frenzy.
"Alexander Kingsley, stop." Evelyn Sinclair's voice was icy.
Alexander's hand froze mid-air, his face turning deathly pale.
He abruptly released Julian Ashford, staggering back two steps. "Evelyn..."
"Don't move!" Evelyn snapped.
Alexander immediately rooted to the spot, his voice trembling. "Alright, I won't come closer... Just stay where you are, don't move..."
No.6
Julian slowly picked himself up from the floor.
"Evelyn, this isn't funny," he said, panic lacing his words. "Get down from there."
"Leave," Evelyn didn't even glance at him. "I need to speak with Alexander alone."
Julian hesitated only a second before turning to exit the room.
But he didn't go far—just outside the door.
"I want a divorce." Those were the first words he heard.
"Never!" Alexander took an aggressive step forward, pointing at the windowsill. "If you jump, I'll jump right after you."
No.7
Evelyn knew him too well.
This wasn't a threat—it was a promise.
She bit her lower lip. "What's going on between you and Isabella Winslow?"
Alexander's heart twisted as if stabbed.
He knew Evelyn's nature—she tolerated no betrayal.
Even if he was innocent, there was no way to prove it now.
All of Kingsbury knew Isabella was carrying his child.