Chapter 350

Nathan Evans yanked off his tie in frustration.

"I told you Chloe Valentine's baby shouldn't have been kept. But you insisted. Now clean up this mess yourself!"

He slammed the door behind him.

Margaret Evans trembled with rage after being scolded by both her husband and son.

"How dare you both blame me? Everything I did was for this family! You understand nothing!"

"Go then—leave—never come back—"

"My husband berates me. My son disrespects me. My grandchild is gone. What sin did I commit in my past life..."

She collapsed onto the sofa.

But the mess remained.

She ordered the butler to find Linda Lombardi's number.

The digits appeared swiftly.

Margaret took a deep breath and dialed.

"Who is this?" Linda snapped, irritated by her video's lack of traction.

"Margaret Evans."

Linda's eyes gleamed.

"Oh?" She drew out the syllable. "What do you want?"

The video had worked.

"Name your terms." Margaret cut to the chase.

Linda exchanged glances with her son. "Terms for what?"

"Stop pretending! You caused this spectacle for money, didn't you?"

Linda narrowed her eyes. "I'm seeking justice for my daughter. Is that how you see it?"

"Hypocrite!" Margaret sneered.

"Watch your tone. You're the one begging now."

"State your price. Consider it charity. Our family donates plenty annually."

Charity?

Beggar?

Linda's blood boiled.

She changed tactics. "Who tried to run us over days ago? Now you come crawling?"

First, she'd savor this.

Margaret fought the urge to hang up.

"Enough! How much?"

Hearing her impatience, Linda deliberately stalled.

"Why rush? Shouldn't you apologize first?"

Margaret gritted her teeth. "The driver was careless. I'll fire him immediately."

"That's it? Money alone won't fix this."

"What else do you want?!" Margaret finally exploded.

Linda spoke leisurely. "Show some sincerity, Mrs. Evans."

A chill ran down Margaret's spine.

Dread pooled in her stomach.