Chapter 322

"My daughter is hospitalized after a miscarriage, and the Evans family can't even show their faces? Have you no conscience?"

"Back when my daughter was pregnant, you couldn't wait to fawn over her. Now that the baby's gone, you're turning your backs? Is this how the Evans family treats people?"

The shrill voice pierced through the hallway, drawing curious glances from the wealthy ladies in the private dining room.

Margaret Evans' elegant updo had come undone as a middle-aged woman gripped her collar, screaming obscenities.

The socialites exchanged knowing looks.

Linda Lombardi raised her voice louder as the crowd grew. "Everyone, hear this! The Evans heir played with my daughter's feelings and abandoned her after getting her pregnant!"

"My innocent girl's life is ruined! We demand justice today!"

She rolled up her sleeves, ready for a fight.

"Film this and post it online! Let the whole country see the Evans family's true colors! This is what Margaret Evans raised!"

Tyler Lombardi blocked the approaching staff and aimed his phone at Margaret.

"Serves you right! How dare you bully my sister!"

Margaret shielded her face in humiliation, struggling to break free from Linda's grasp.

"Stop recording! Your daughter has no self-respect—why blame my son?"

"I've been more than generous! She caused her own miscarriage! Keep this up and I'll call the police!"

Linda sneered. "Go ahead! Let the police settle this!"

"We country folk aren't afraid of shame. But I wonder if the prestigious Evans family can afford the scandal?"

Margaret paled instantly.

The words struck her weakest point.

"You're not leaving without an answer today! Tyler, block her!"

"How dare you—"

Tyler advanced with a vicious grin. "Try me."

"Get away! Don't touch me!" Margaret shrieked.

At the critical moment, her driver burst in with security, escorting her to the car.

Tyler stomped in frustration. "Mom, she got away!"

Linda narrowed her eyes. "She can't run forever. Let's return to the hospital."

"That place reeks. Can't we go somewhere else?" Tyler wrinkled his nose at his sleeve.

"Once we get the compensation, you can stay wherever you want!"

Tyler grinned. "My sister sure has good taste..."

That woman had been decked in designer brands—her family was clearly loaded.

......

Nathan Evans had spent the past week in the south handling a corporate crisis without a single appearance.

He took work calls but set his personal phone to Do Not Disturb.

Only when documents piled up, requiring his signature, did he finally return.

The moment his plane landed and he disabled airplane mode, Margaret's call came through within two minutes.

"Hello, Mom..."