Sham Marriage Quit Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 101

Elena stepped out of the car, said goodbye to Alexander, and walked into the hospital building.

Alexander drove off, his car blending smoothly into traffic.

Neither of them noticed that on a side path not far away, Evan was standing there with a cigarette between his fingers, watching the direction Alexander had gone.

He let out a short laugh and crushed the cigarette under his shoe.

Nathan's so-called wife is more interesting than I thought. Since when does she get involved with Alexander?

Inside, Elena stopped at the nurse's station to confirm Charles's room number, then hurried down the hallway.

Before she even reached the door, she heard voices. Camille and Nathan were sitting beside Charles's hospital bed.

"Grandpa, Camille woke up early to make this soup for you," Nathan said.

Charles's face was cold.

He suddenly knocked the bowl away. The hot soup splashed everywhere, some of it landing on Camille's arm.

She screamed and jumped back. "Nathan..."

She immediately leaned into his arms, deliberately exposing the reddened patch on her skin.

Nathan felt a flicker of guilt and instinctively wanted to comfort her, but Charles's icy stare stopped him. He could only give Camille a subtle look, telling her to endure it.

"You don't need to come see me," Charles said sharply. "I'd recover faster if I didn't have to look at the two of you. Take her and get out. Go."

He saw right through Camille's little act.

Nathan tried to stay patient. "Grandpa, she made that for you herself. She got up at dawn. She's pregnant, and you know you don't like her, but are you really going to ignore your own great-grandchild too?"

Pregnant?

Elena, standing outside, frowned slightly.

What timing.

Inside the room, Charles was furious. "You feel bad because she made soup once? Elena made soup for you for years. Did all of that mean nothing?"

Thinking about how Elena had been missing until now made his chest ache.

Her own parents had never truly cherished her.

He thought that by arranging her marriage into the Hawthorne family, with him there to protect her, she would at least have some happiness.

Instead, he had personally pushed a good girl into a disaster.

The regret weighed heavily on him.

"Tell me," Charles demanded, "have you found Elena yet?"

Nathan hesitated. "Camille wasn't feeling well last night. I went back to take care of her."

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