Chapter 559
No.1
They entered the vehicle.
Madeline and Mrs. Laurel followed closely behind.
"A few hours will suffice." Evelyn composed herself.
The driver and bodyguards were unfamiliar faces.
The old lady had gone to great lengths to isolate her in that remote mountain villa—a place Evelyn had never visited.
To Madeline, only the unborn child mattered.
Thirteen years of familial bonds, discarded without hesitation.
No.2
Evelyn opened her interview notes, a glint of steel in her eyes.
It was time... to teach the old woman a lesson.
......
The road out of the city was gridlocked.
Madeline fidgeted anxiously, demanding constant updates from the guards.
"I should've ridden with them!"
"How much longer?"
No.3
Mrs. Laurel soothed, "Soon, soon. The traffic will clear past the city limits..."
Finally, as they left the urban sprawl, the car accelerated.
Madeline relaxed slightly, already planning Evelyn's secluded prenatal care at the villa.
Then—
"CRASH!"
A truck swerved without warning, slamming into Evelyn's car with brutal force.
Both vehicles spun out—one flipping onto the roadside, the other crumpled in the middle of the road.
No.4
Madeline's car screeched to a halt.
Chaos erupted on the highway.
Amid Mrs. Laurel's screams, the old woman turned deathly pale.
"Evelyn!" She finally found her voice, trembling. "Evelyn's still in there! My great-grandchild—!"
A screech of tires shattered the silence over Kingsbury's Longping Avenue.
An out-of-control truck barreled into traffic like a rabid beast, triggering a chain reaction of collisions. The sickening crunch of twisting metal filled the air as shattered glass glittered like deadly diamonds under the sun.
The emergency dispatch reported two critically injured passengers—a man and woman—in a black sedan, with minor injuries to the front occupants. Strangely, the truck driver walked away without a scratch.
No.5
Madeline Kingsley swayed behind the police tape, her legs buckling.
She tried to rush forward, but her security detail blocked her path. "It's too dangerous, Madam!" The guard's voice boomed in her ears.
Sirens wailed in the distance.
When paramedics carried past a bloodied victim, the old woman's vision darkened. She collapsed onto the pavement, tears blurring her sight. "It's over..." Her lips trembled. "The baby... it's gone..."
The surgical wing hummed with unbearable tension.
The moment Alexander Kingsley appeared at the corridor's end, Eleanor Kingsley staggered toward him. "Alex!" She clutched his sleeve with desperate strength.
Mr. Kingsley pressed both hands against his son's chest. "Listen to us first—"
No.6
"Move." Alexander's voice could freeze hell.
Eleanor's tears fell like rain. "Your grandmother is devastated enough. Don't—"
"Devastated?" Alexander's lips curled into a mirthless smile. "She deserves worse."
Mr. Kingsley paled. "How dare you!"
"What should I say then?" Alexander's gaze turned razor-sharp. "Congratulate her for killing my child?"
The words struck like a sledgehammer, making Mr. Kingsley stumble back. His mouth opened, but no sound emerged.
Eleanor sobbed harder. "We're grieving too, but—"
No.7
"But what?" Alexander cut in. "But she's old, so murder gets a free pass?"
At the corridor's end, Madeline curled into herself on a bench like a chastised child. Spotting Alexander's approach, she shrank behind her husband.
The patriarch tried to stand tall, but his shoulders slumped under his grandson's glacial stare.
"Grandmother." Alexander stopped before her, his calm tone more terrifying than any shout. "Look at me."
Madeline raised tear-swollen eyes.
"You claimed everything was for Evelyn's sake." Each word fell like a hammer strike. "Are you satisfied now?"
Tears gushed down the old woman's cheeks. "I never meant—"