Chapter 321

"Security! Stop those lunatics—"

Linda Lombardi's shrill voice pierced the air.

"Where's Margaret Evans? That bitch needs to face me!"

Two days ago, Linda had arrived in the city with her son Tyler Lombardi.

They'd gone straight to Massachusetts General Hospital.

After seeing Chloe Valentine's weakened state on the hospital bed...

They decided to stay.

"Why waste money on hotels? This VIP ward is spacious and comfortable!" Linda declared.

A nurse timidly reminded, "But there's only one patient bed..."

"What's wrong with a mother and son sharing? We do it all the time at home!"

Tyler picked his teeth and added, "Yeah, and we save on electricity with one AC."

The hospital didn't object.

VIP wards allowed family members to stay. The fees would be deducted from the account automatically.

Chloe could stay as long as needed—one extra bed made no difference.

After two days, Linda had even grown accustomed to the antiseptic smell.

But there'd been no sign of the father-to-be.

"Think hiding will make this go away? Dream on!"

"Mom, what's our move?" Tyler cracked his knuckles.

"If they won't come to us, we'll go to them!"

That morning, Chloe spotted Margaret's social media post.

The photo showed an upscale hotel private dining room.

She immediately sent the address to her mother.

Mother and son stormed over without hesitation.

Margaret was observing the commotion at the front desk from a distance.

Hearing her name, she thought she'd misheard.

Until the second shriek came.

Her stomach dropped.

Seeing the front desk staff struggling to contain the hysterical woman, Margaret turned to retreat.

Just then, a server approached with a tray. "Your lemon water, Mrs. Evans."

When she didn't respond, he repeated louder, "Mrs. Evans?"

"Evans?" Linda's ears perked up.

Wasn't that the surname of the man who'd knocked up her daughter?

Her eyes gleamed as she suddenly shouted, "Nathan Evans!"

Margaret instinctively turned.

"Got you!" Linda lunged, yanking Margaret's hair.

"Trying to run? My daughter's half-dead in the hospital while you're living it up?"

Before Margaret could react, Linda spat a thick glob of phlegm onto her expensive silk dress.