Chapter 272

The thought of facing Margaret Evans' sneering expression at the hospital made Chloe Valentine slam her lipstick down in irritation.

Nathan Evans' warning still echoed in her ears. She had no choice but to go.

Entering the kitchen, Chloe spotted the simmering chicken soup on the stove.

"Miss Valentine, the soup isn't ready yet—" Mrs. Watson said cautiously.

"Shut up," Chloe cut her off coldly. "Just pack a bowl."

She secretly hoped the old woman would get diarrhea from drinking it.

At the hospital room, Chloe pushed the door open without knocking.

"Auntie, I brought you some soup."

Margaret's face darkened the moment she saw her. "Get out!"

Chloe forced a smile. "I came to apologize. I spent all morning making this—would you like to try it?"

"Stop pretending!" Margaret hurled a pillow at her. "Who knows what you put in there!"

The soup bowl toppled over, and Chloe was shoved out of the room.

She stared at the oil stains on her dress—a Chanel piece she'd just bought last week.

Pulling out her phone, she texted Nathan: "I visited your mother."

As expected, no reply came.

Just as she reached the parking lot, a sharp voice rang out behind her. "Chloe Valentine!"

The moment she turned, a stinging slap landed across her face.

Isabella Evans withdrew her hand with a disdainful glare. "That's for forgetting your place. How dare you upset my mother?"

Clutching her cheek, Chloe maintained her smile. "Isabella, you've misunderstood—"

"Spare me the act." Isabella smirked. "If you weren't pregnant, one slap would be the least of your problems today."

She strode away, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement.

Chloe stood frozen, her nails digging deep into her palms.

One day, she'd make every single one of them pay.