"No."

Alexander Vance grabbed her wrist.

His voice was low. "You don't understand the Third Master."

"He is always overbearing."

"He won't even give you a chance to explain."

"If I'm right."

"Once you go downstairs with Marcus."

"He will break your leg immediately!"

Evelyn Ross's pupils constricted sharply.

She looked at Marcus Valentine.

Marcus casually picked his ear.

"My uncle said."

"One arm and one leg."

"As an apology."

Evelyn fell silent.

Was it really like that?

She frowned.

Just as she was about to speak.

Alexander stepped forward.

"Let's each take a step back."

"I'll go downstairs with you."

"To talk with the Third Master."

Marcus blew on his fingers.

He smiled carelessly.

"You want to go down and talk with my uncle."

"I have no objection."

"But how is that a compromise?"

He looked at Alexander with a playful smile.

"I'll have my guards secure all exits."

"To prevent you from creating a diversion."

"And letting her escape."

Both sides reached an agreement.

Alexander looked at Evelyn.

"Stay on this floor."

"Don't go anywhere."

"Okay."

Only then did Alexander go downstairs with Marcus.

Their bodyguards remained upstairs.

One group protected Evelyn.

The other monitored her.

To prevent her from escaping.

Evelyn didn't want to stay in Isabella's room.

She prepared to return to Sophia's room.

As she reached the door.

Isabella suddenly spoke.

"Evelyn."

"You used to do whatever you wanted because of Alexander."

"But now."

"I have the Ashcroft family of New York backing me!"

"Don't think I'm afraid of you!"

"If you admit your mistake and apologize."

"I might consider letting you off."

Evelyn chuckled lightly.

"Is that so?"

"The Vance and Ashcroft families are equals."

"Do you think the Vances would want a woman pregnant with another man's child?"

"Even with the Ashcrofts backing you?"

"Let me give you a saying."

"You have made your bed, and now you must lie in it."

Isabella was speechless.

Julian Evans immediately shouted angrily.

"Evelyn!"

"Even at a time like this!"

"You're still dragging Isabella into this!"

"She is the Ashcroft heiress!"

"How could she be like you, a love child!"

"Clearly married to my uncle."

"But still involved with me!"

Evelyn couldn't be bothered to explain.

She just lowered her eyes.

"Talking nonsense now is pointless."

"We'll know the truth in three hours."

She turned and left.

Returning to Sophia's room.

The Ashcroft bodyguards watched her warily.

Seeing her enter the room.

They relaxed slightly.

Inside Isabella's room.

The Vance family members looked at Isabella.

Margaret Evans narrowed her eyes.

"Isabella."

"Tell me the truth."

"Is this child really from the Vance family?"

Isabella's eyes darted around.

"Mom, how can you say that?"

"Of course it's Julian's."

"The Ashcroft head is downstairs."

"You don't need to be afraid."

"He will stand up for me."

Margaret sneered.

"Are you threatening me?"

Isabella immediately waved her hands.

"I'm not!"

"How could I!"

"Mom, I just meant we don't need to be afraid of Alexander…"

"Better not be!"

Margaret stared at her intensely.

"Let me tell you."

"Evelyn was right about one thing."

"Even with the Ashcrofts backing you."

"If the child isn't Julian's."

"The Vances won't tolerate you!"

Isabella clenched her fists.

"I know, Mom."

Julian couldn't help speaking up.

"Mom, why are you saying all this?"

"Have you been influenced by Alexander and Evelyn?"

"How could the child in Isabella's belly be someone else's!"

Margaret snorted.

"After all, you got pregnant before marriage."

"That's not a problem!"

"What era is this now…"

"Besides."

"We'll have the DNA test results in three hours."

"We'll know then, won't we?"

Julian said casually.

He didn't notice.

Isabella gripping the sheets tightly.

She thought the miscarriage would prevent an amniocentesis.

But Evelyn and Alexander had the doctor collect the embryo.

Cutting off her escape route!

Isabella trembled with rage.

She couldn't just wait for doom.

She secretly took out her phone.

…

Downstairs.

The Third Master's car door opened.

Alexander got directly into the car.

The Third Master lifted his peach blossom eyes.

He gave Alexander a cold glance.

"What?"

"Pleading for that love child?"

Alexander said calmly.

"She did nothing wrong."

"That child isn't Julian's."

"Isabella intentionally miscarried."

"To frame her."

The Third Master raised an eyebrow.

His aura turned icy.

"Why would Isabella frame her by miscarrying?"

"Even if she did nothing."

"Her very existence is her mistake."

Alexander frowned.

"I told you before."

"Mrs. Ashcroft never minded her presence."

"Miss Sophia's health has been declining over the years."

"She must have a heartache."

"And who else could that heartache be but her?"

"Alexander."

"We're not fools."

"Do you think any proper wife."

"Would truly not mind an outside love child?"

Alexander's jaw tightened.

None.

Even though Mrs. Ashcroft doted on Evelyn so much.

She must have minded at some point.

Otherwise, Evelyn wouldn't have left the Ashcroft family early.

Always loving, fearing, and avoiding Mrs. Ashcroft…

As for the Vance family.

Richard Evans had outside mistresses and love children.

Margaret had made countless scenes over it.

Julian hated love children.

Also because of this.

The Third Master's words.

Were irrefutable.

Alexander said slowly.

"That overseas project we're working on."

"I can give it to you."

"Not needed."

The Third Master coldly refused.

"Neither of us can be bought with money."

"Why say such things?"

Alexander was just testing.

This test.

Made him feel the situation was even more棘手.

The overseas project.

The Third Master had always wanted it.

Offering many terms in exchange.

But now, for the Ashcroft family's sake.

He wouldn't even take this.

Alexander's jaw tightened.

"No matter what."

"I won't let you bully Evelyn."

"One cannot choose their birth."

"She has never been at fault."

"I said."

"Her birth destined her to owe the Ashcroft family."

The Third Master looked at Alexander.

"But letting her off."

"Is not impossible."

"As long as you agree to one condition."

"What?"

"Divorce her."

"Marry my niece."

The Third Master finished slowly.

His gaze icy as he stared at Alexander.

"I've always been interested in you as a son-in-law."

"Pity I have no daughter."

"Otherwise, I'd have tied you up for the wedding night myself."

"Alexander."

"This is my concession."

"If you disagree."

"Then I'll have to break one of her arms."

"And one of her legs."

Alexander was furious.

"You dare!"

"Then we can try."

The Third Master said lightly.

Alexander clenched his fists.

He and the Third Master were evenly matched.

Neither could overpower the other.

If their forces clashed.

It would ultimately hurt both sides.

But he couldn't back down.

The two were at a stalemate.

Marcus grinned and interrupted.

"Uncle."

"Don't be so serious!"

"By the way, Alexander."

"Didn't you have a photo you wanted to ask my uncle about?"

"Show us~"

Marcus wiped cold sweat from his forehead.

He knew neither man was afraid of escalating things.

But this was a hospital.

If they really fought.

Wouldn't they level the place?

He could only step in to lighten the mood.