Chapter 638
No.1
"My being here is thanks to you," he said dryly. "Drugging your own son—what an exemplary mother."
"Please." Eleanor rolled her eyes. "You were coward enough to take a cold shower instead. Nearly gave yourself pneumonia."
Alexander sighed. "Mom, Evelyn is pregnant."
"Like I've never been?" she retorted.
He changed the subject. "Where is Evelyn? Where did Grandmother take her?"
"Wasn't she just outside?" Eleanor stood abruptly. "I'll check."
Two minutes later, she returned flustered.
No.2
"Evelyn's gone! Where are your bodyguards?"
Alexander was staring at the ringing phone again.
Wendy West was persistent.
His head snapped up. "She's not outside?"
"Checked the entire floor," Eleanor panted. "Call her—"
She broke off, staring at the phone in Alexander's hand.
Evelyn's phone was with him.
No.3
What a disaster!
......
"Grandmother, MRIs are unsafe in early pregnancy." Evelyn braced against the machine.
She wouldn't risk the child she'd fought so hard to conceive.
"The doctor said it's fine!" Madeline was immovable. "What disease are you hiding?"
"I'm not! Can't you listen to reason?"
"After the scan," Madeline waved dismissively. "Restrain her!"
No.4
"Grandmother, have you lost your mind?" Evelyn Sinclair's voice trembled.
Madeline Kingsley's face darkened instantly. "How dare you speak to me like that?" She pointed at Evelyn's abdomen. "If you're this insolent now, what would happen if you actually carried the Kingsley heir? Restrain her!"
"Be obedient, Evelyn." Madeline narrowed her eyes. "Don't force me to get rough."
Two burly security guards immediately stepped forward, gripping Evelyn's arms. One of them reached toward her stomach.
Evelyn's pupils contracted. Maternal instinct unleashed a surge of strength within her. She kicked the guard between the legs, wrenching free as he recoiled in pain, then bolted for the door.
"Stop her!" Madeline shrieked, positioning herself in front of the exit.
Without thinking, Evelyn swung her hand.
No.5
Slap!
The sharp sound echoed through the room.
At that moment, the door burst open. Evelyn's palm connected squarely with Madeline's cheek.
"Ah!" Madeline staggered backward.
Evelyn turned to flee but collided with a familiar chest. She instinctively raised her hand again, only for her wrist to be caught in an iron grip.
"Had enough?" Alexander Kingsley's voice was hoarse and low.
"Let go!" Evelyn struggled violently. "Don't touch my baby!"
No.6
She trembled like a cornered animal, every muscle taut with desperation.
Madeline clutched her reddened cheek, shrill voice piercing the air. "Alexander! Look at her! She even struck me!"
Alexander ignored her, sweeping Evelyn into his arms.
"Put me down!" Evelyn's protest died abruptly.
He pinned her against the hallway wall, crushing his lips against hers.
The metallic tang of blood spread between them. Evelyn bit down hard, drawing blood from his tongue.
"Are you calm now?" Alexander released her, thumb swiping at the crimson streak on his lip.
No.7
Evelyn shattered. Tears flooded her cheeks as she slid down the wall, her slight frame wracked with sobs.
Alexander stood frozen.
"Alexander..." She lifted tear-drenched eyes. "If anything happens to this baby... I'll never forgive—"
Each word stabbed through him like a blade.
"Understood." His response was gravel-rough. Turning on his heel, he strode back into the examination room.
Madeline was still wailing. "Everything I did was for the Kingsleys—"
"Who gave you permission to touch her?" Alexander's voice could have frozen hell.