Chapter 477

Margaret Thorne was a woman consumed by pride, and Evelyn Thorne was the object of her deepest contempt.

Kneeling before Evelyn must have been absolute torture for her!

When the nurse entered the room moments later, she froze at the sight of the two women on their knees before the hospital bed.

"Take your things and get out!" Michael Sterling bellowed, hurling the fruit basket they'd brought across the room.

Silence settled over the hospital room once Margaret and Fiona had been dismissed.

After the nurse adjusted Evelyn's IV, Michael flashed his phone with a mischievous grin.

"Nathan said the bodyguards who pushed you this morning have been dealt with," he announced, clearly pleased. "I'm not Dominic Blackwood's biggest admirer, but I'll give him credit where it's due."

"Dealt with... how?"

Michael covered his mouth, feigning guilt. "Nathan told me not to say anything... He was worried it might frighten you."

Evelyn remained silent.

"Did you really think Margaret would come here and apologize on her own?" Michael teased. "She's terrified! I didn’t expect you to use Dominic’s name like that earlier."

Evelyn’s cheeks flushed. "He was the one who insisted on playing the hero. Why waste the opportunity?"

"Fair point," Michael chuckled. "Treat him like a stray puppy—play with him when you're in the mood, ignore him when you're not."

Absently, Evelyn checked the time on her phone.

"I'm going to rest. We’ll leave when I wake up."

"Got it. Sleep well. I’ll step out for a smoke."

Michael helped her settle back against the pillows before slipping out of the room.

The moment Margaret collapsed into her car, tears spilled down her face in furious, unchecked streams.

Fiona hesitantly offered a tissue. "I'm so sorry, Madam Thorne. This is all my fault."

Margaret swatted the napkin away, wiping her face with her hands instead.

"This has nothing to do with you," she hissed. "I’m just not powerful enough yet. But mark my words—once I surpass Dominic Blackwood, no one will dare humiliate me like this again!"

She snatched her phone from her bag and dialed Zoe Montgomery.

The call connected instantly.

"I need you to do something for me, Zoe."

"Not if it’s dangerous!" Zoe shot back.

"I think Evelyn Thorne is pregnant," Margaret said coldly. "My bodyguard barely touched her, and yet she ended up hospitalized. She’s in the maternity ward."

Zoe went still. "You want me to confirm whether she’s pregnant?"

"Exactly. And if she is, I’d bet anything it’s Dominic’s. Why else would he defend her so fiercely?"

Zoe’s heart shattered.

She had longed for Dominic’s child, yet he had never so much as glanced her way.

Meanwhile, Evelyn had already given him twins—and now, possibly another baby on the way.

Dominic had given Evelyn everything.

By four that afternoon, Zoe arrived at St. Elizabeth Medical Center.

It didn’t take long to uncover Evelyn’s condition.

She called Margaret back, her voice tight. "Evelyn is pregnant. But after today’s fall, she might not be able to keep it."

A chill slithered down Margaret’s spine.

"No wonder Dominic was so furious."

A slow, cruel smile curved her lips. "Let’s hope she loses it. Wouldn’t that be poetic?"

A week later, Evelyn returned to the hospital for a checkup—to see if the baby had survived.