Chapter 309
The moment Evelyn stepped out of the courthouse, Margaret blocked her path with venom in her eyes.
"You're next," Margaret hissed through clenched teeth.
Evelyn's flawless makeup accentuated her porcelain skin, giving her an air of effortless elegance.
But beneath that composed exterior burned a fury that had only grown stronger with time.
"Bring it on! I've lost both my daughter and brother. You'd better watch your back, Evelyn Thorne!"
Margaret's concussion from their cafe altercation only fueled her rage.
She would have retaliated right then if Dominic Blackwood hadn't intervened to protect Evelyn.
Evelyn slid into the car with icy composure, fastening her seatbelt with deliberate movements.
Michael handed her a chilled water bottle. "Dominic's investigating Eric Montclair's doctor," he said. "I think he's planning to eliminate Zoe Montgomery. How heartless - she's carrying his child!"
Evelyn took a slow sip, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat.
A strange energy coursed through her veins.
"Let him try."
Her eyes glittered with cold amusement.
She couldn't wait to see what Dominic would uncover.
Eric and his family had sworn absolute secrecy.
Their current residence was practically a fortress.
Dominic probably hadn't even located them yet.
That weekend marked Eleanor Blackwood's birthday celebration, made even more special by Zoe's pregnancy announcement.
All of Blackwood family's elite circle had gathered for the occasion.
Despite Zoe's morning reminder text, Dominic arrived at the banquet hall with barely a minute to spare.
After the host's introduction, Eleanor took the stage, gripping both Zoe and Dominic's hands tightly.
As the trio stood under the spotlight, the microphone passed to Eleanor.
"Today isn't just my birthday," she announced, voice trembling with excitement. "I have wonderful news to share!"
Her wrinkled hand caressed Zoe's belly. "My grandson is five months along! He'll be joining us soon!"
The LED screen behind them displayed nostalgic photos of Eleanor's youth.
Suddenly, the screen flashed blinding green.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
"Technical difficulties!" the host apologized hastily. "Our team will fix this immediately!"
Though the commotion settled, Dominic's pulse roared in his ears.
The eerie green glow cast ghostly shadows across every face in the room.
As Dominic stared at the malfunctioning screen, an unsettling premonition gripped him.
His first thought wasn't technical failure - but of Henry Thorne's knowing smirk.
Just as Dominic wondered if the boy was behind this, the screen transformed into a vast emerald meadow.
Dozens of green hats floated above the grassy landscape.
Dominic's blood ran cold.
"Look at all the funny hats!" a child's innocent voice piped up.
"Who's being cheated on?" someone whispered.
The room erupted in scandalized murmurs.
Zoe's face drained of color.
She thought her secret tryst with Julian Whitmore had gone unnoticed.
This public humiliation struck like a slap. Who could have orchestrated this?