Chapter 289

Margaret Evans let out a cold laugh. "You brought this on yourself, yet you blame me? Keep spouting nonsense and I'll rip your mouth apart!"

"Go ahead! If you don't kill me today, you're a coward—"

"Mrs. Watson!" Margaret trembled with rage. "Call Nathan Evans immediately. Tell him to get his ass here now!"

"Yes, madam!"

The call was hung up twice before finally connecting on the third attempt.

Nathan's voice was icy. "What?"

"Young master, madam requests your presence at the hospital."

"Busy."

"But... madam and Miss Valentine are fighting."

"Oh."

Mrs. Watson froze. "?"

Nathan's tone turned glacial. "Remind her she insisted on keeping Chloe's baby. Now that it's blown up in her face, she can clean up her own mess. Don't bother me."

The line went dead with a sharp click.

Subsequent calls went straight to voicemail.

"Madam, the young master said..."

Margaret glared. "What did he say?"

Mrs. Watson swallowed hard. "He said... the trouble you caused is yours to handle. He won't intervene."

Margaret's face darkened.

A bloodcurdling scream suddenly erupted from the hospital room.

Medical staff rushed in.

"Family members, out! The patient is critical—we need to operate now!"

Margaret's stomach dropped. Had things gone too far? She shouldn't have lost control...

Thirty minutes later, the doctor emerged.

Margaret hurried forward. "Is the baby safe?"

The doctor frowned. "For now. But any further stress could be fatal—next time, we might not save them."

Margaret exhaled in relief.

Isabella Evans arrived in a flurry. After hearing the details, she muttered, "Tough luck. All that drama and still kicking..."

Margaret glanced at the room. "Discharge me."

"You're still recovering. Why rush?"

"If I stay, I'll lose my grandson! I'm moving to the villa to supervise that troublemaker personally."

Isabella gaped. "Mother, have you lost it? Playing nursemaid?"

This was utterly unlike Margaret.

That she valued Chloe's pregnancy, Isabella believed. But becoming a caretaker? Never.

"What's really going on? Why is this baby so important?"

Margaret's eyes narrowed. "Recall the clause in grandfather's will? The New Street project dividends after ten years."

"What does that have to do with Chloe?"

"Foolish girl. Next year marks the decade. New Street's value has multiplied fiftyfold. The other branches are circling like vultures. That child... is the key."