Chapter 287

"You...you weren't drugged?"

"Surprised?"

Nathan had forced himself to vomit the moment he sensed something wrong in the bathroom.

That lingering warmth was just residual effects.

"If you're fine, why pretend earlier?"

Nathan's lips curled slightly. "Wanted to watch your fall from grace. Quite entertaining."

Chloe's legs gave way.

"Daring to drug me? Bold move. Pity you've got courage without brains."

"Idiot!"

"Mrs. Watson—"

"Yes, sir?" The housekeeper entered immediately.

Chloe frantically pulled her nightgown on, struggling clumsily.

"Pack her things. Toss her out with her luggage within thirty minutes. Change all access codes. I never want to see anything related to her in this house again."

"Understood, sir."

Chloe was dragged toward the door like a lifeless doll.

Suddenly, she wrenched free. "Don't touch me!"

Mrs. Watson paused.

"I'm carrying the Evans heir! How dare a servant lay hands on me? Could you afford the consequences if the baby's harmed?"

"Once I birth the son and marry in, you'll be the first one fired!"

The housekeeper smiled, eyeing her like a circus clown.

"Too many soap operas, Miss Valentine? In thirty years serving the Evanses, I've never seen anyone climb their way up through a child. Their bloodline's precious, but not just any stray gets to be madam."

Even Margaret Evans' stance was clear—keep the baby, then leave.

These truths even servants understood, yet Chloe remained deluded.

Pity flashed in Mrs. Watson's eyes.

A college girl, humiliating herself like this.

She'd heard every word Nathan said outside the door.

This girl's shamelessness could rival a fortress wall.

"Miss Valentine, go pack. Decide what to take."

The implication was obvious—sell those luxuries to recoup losses.

But Chloe missed it entirely.

"Why should I leave? This is my home!"

"The master has spoken."

"I'm not going! What can you do?"

Mrs. Watson: "..."