CHAPTER 15: CHAPTER 15: HE DELETED HER CHILD

Ethan realized there was a major mistake in his work.

"Why didn’t you report something this important?"

Mrs. Young was frightened into hesitation by his sternness.

"The madam wouldn’t allow it."

Ethan stomped his foot in anger.

"President Grant, every car in Platinum Bay is equipped with a tracker. I’ll check right away where the car is."

Evan’s face showed no expression as he glanced indifferently at Mrs. Young, "You’re quite loyal to her."

After speaking, he turned and headed towards the basement.

...

Juliana felt completely dazed.

She went from feeling cold at first to becoming numb to the surrounding temperature.

She thought she might have adapted to this place.

However, she was very thirsty now, her throat hurting, but there was no water, no food here.

Gradually, the darkness slowly faded, and she suddenly found herself standing in a small alley.

She hadn’t been to this alley for over a decade.

At thirteen, when she escaped from hell, not knowing where to go, the dumpster in this alley became her lifeline until...

"What are you doing here? Come with me."

Juliana turned towards the voice, only to find no one there.

This voice hadn’t been heard for years.

Wasn’t he already dead?

She called out his name while chasing towards the misty alley entrance.

However, as she ran, a white light flashed before her eyes, and she suddenly felt her whole body become incredibly heavy, even breathing became an effort.

Opening her eyes, she found herself in a hospital room.

She was wearing an oxygen mask, still felt feverish, and there was no one beside her.

Outside the window, the night was ink-dark, but the horizon had split open into a pale streak.

Juliana wanted to drink some water, so she slowly raised her hand, just about to press the call button by the bed when she suddenly heard a noise from outside the door...

In the corridor, Caleb punched Evan in the face.

"I barely dragged her back from the brink of death, and to have me go to Aldoria to care for your stepsister you promised me she’d be well taken care of, yet just a few days later she’s back in the hospital. If you wanted her dead, why did you make me save her with all my strength?"

With Juliana’s latest hospital admission, Evan had rented out the entire floor, leaving no onlookers.

Evan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, maintaining a detached tone.

"Who is she to you that you’re so agitated?"

Juliana also wished she understood the situation.

After all, she barely knew Caleb, only aware that he was Evan’s childhood friend and an excellent doctor.

It was quite unexpected for him to stand up for her like this.

"I erased her miscarriage record during her emergency, compromising my professional ethics. And yet you? You imprisoned her in the basement, nearly costing her life! Had I known, I might as well have let her know the truth... at least she would have learned to cherish herself."

Juliana removed the oxygen mask, sitting up in shock.

So the occasional stomach cramps weren’t muscle spasms but rather the unborn child leaving without a word, trying to inform her through any means in a blackout of news that a small presence once dwelled within her.

The heart that once beat fervently for Evan was being torn into shreds, each reflecting his cold, ruthless face.

Juliana covered her mouth, holding back the sobs threatening to escape her throat.

Caleb was very agitated, but Evan remained composed in his reaction.

"Letting her know about the baby would only make her more sorrowful. I’ll help her recover, and we can have more children in the future."

Caleb laughed derisively, "You let her burn with fever and suffer from hypoglycemia in the basement, almost killing her. What makes you think she’d still want to have a child with you?"

Evan recalled how, when he held her, she mumbled "yan" indistinctly.

If she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t murmur his name even in her delirium.

Thinking of this gave him confidence.

"Because she has me in her heart."

Caleb was struck by his words, grinding his teeth.

"Find someone else to take care of that woman; I’m not going to Aldoria anymore. If you have any conscience left, you’d be concerned about your wife. Her body is severely chilled, and it’ll be difficult for you to have children again."

He left without looking back after saying this.

Evan’s brows knitted deeply.

"President Grant..."

Ethan rushed over after a busy night.

"Miss Grant... she’s back, right now at the hospital entrance."

Evan’s eyes filled with a chill, he remained silent.

Ethan wiped his sweat.

"The body fished out of the river didn’t match her blood type, so it wasn’t her. We were mainly checking the outbound information from Aldoria, but Miss Grant hitched a ride to another city before returning home. We found out when the plane was about to land and brought her directly from the airport."

"If this kind of oversight happens again, you might as well change careers and make bricks," Evan retorted, heading towards the main entrance.

At this moment, the dawn had already painted the sky red.

Stella stood on the hospital steps.

Her cherry-blossom pink linen shirt was casually tucked into her creamy white wide-legged trousers, accentuating a delicate fragility.

The Tiffany enamel camellia earrings on her earlobes swayed gently as she looked around, making her resemble a cherry blossom in early bloom, fresh and utterly unthreatening.

Seeing Evan, she happily ran over.

"Brother..."

Noticing his displeased expression, she stepped back a few paces, biting her lip.

"Who told you to come back?"

Evan was not as joyful, his voice even cold.

"I always wanted to tell you, tomorrow is my father’s 15th death anniversary, I wanted to come back and pay respects, but you always hung up my calls in a hurry."

"Bodyguards in Aldoria have been looking everywhere for you, why couldn’t we get through on the phone?"

"A few fierce people came into the ward demanding I be discharged immediately. I called you, your wife said you’d get back to me, but they smashed my phone. I escaped from the hospital and decided to return to tell you face to face. I didn’t know you were looking for me all along, I’m sorry."

Evan’s grip on his tie visibly tightened.

"Miss Grant, President Grant was extremely concerned about your safety. Please, don’t do this again," Ethan chimed in.

Stella nodded, apologizing repeatedly.

"Did those who drove you away mention who sent them?" Ethan asked.

Stella shook her head, "They didn’t seem like local Chinese."

Ethan looked at Evan, "They entered with fake passports; to find out their identities, we might still have to ask the madam."

Stella was puzzled, "What do they have to do with my sister-in-law?"

Evan cast a piercing look at Ethan, "After seven years with me, you still can’t discern priorities. Go count the copier paper in the logistics department."

Ethan understood that President Grant meant now that Stella was back, there was no need to probe into whether the madam was involved.

Before he could respond, Evan instructed, "Escort her back to the old house."

"Brother, now that I’m here, is it appropriate to leave without seeing my sister-in-law?" Stella asked cautiously.