The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 171

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Orchestrating Destruction

In her luxurious penthouse, Margaret sat on the sofa with a phone to her ear and a cold expression.

“Dr. Whitmore,” she said in a businesslike voice. “What’s the progress with Mrs. Alina’s medical records?”

At the other end of the line, Dr. Whitmore sounded uncomfortable.

“I’m… still compiling,” he answered in a reluctant voice. “But there’s a problem, Mrs. Blackwood. Other doctors on the team see clear signs of abuse. Extreme malnutrition that can’t be explained by morning sickness alone. Evidence of self–harm. Profound psychological trauma.”

Margaret felt her jaw tighten.

“Then make sure your final report frames it as pregnancy complications and pre–existing mental illness,” she said in a very cold voice. “NOT abuse. NOT because of the environment in the Blackwood home.”

“Mrs. Blackwood,” Dr. Whitmore said in a desperate voice, “this is falsification of medical records. I could lose my license and face criminal charges.”

“I don’t care!” Margaret cut in with a voice that was very calm but full of absolute threat. “Remember, what you have until now is because of my help. I’m only asking for a little. I’m sure you can do it.”

Heavy silence.

Dr. Whitmore drew a shaky breath.

“Alright. I’ll see what I can do,” he said in a defeated voice.

“Good,” Margaret said with satisfaction. “I expect the final report in two days. And I expect it will show exactly what I asked for.”

Dr. Whitmore was silent for a moment.

“Oh, and Mrs. Blackwood,” he said carefully. “There’s one more thing you might need to know. Last night, Mrs. Alina’s father came to visit. Richard Hayes. Together with a woman–seems like a friend–and a lawyer.”

Margaret straightened on the sofa.

“Lawyer?” she repeated in a sharp voice.

“Yes. Adrian Lawson. He’s the one who filed the petition for a wellness check. And most likely they’ll come again this morning.”

Margaret was silent–that name was familiar.

Very familiar.

“Adrian Lawson,” she whispered softly–testing the name on her tongue. “Is he the lawyer defending Alina in this case?”

“Yes, Mrs. Blackwood. He’s the one representing Mr. Hayes in court.”

Margaret felt something move in her mind an old memory that suddenly became relevant.

“If I’m not mistaken,” she said in a calculating voice, “Adrian is the son of Katherine Lawson and William Montgomery. He’s a graduate of Lincoln High School, isn’t he?”

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Dr. Whitmore sounded slightly surprised.

“Yes, that’s correct. I happen to know the Lawson family. Adrian is indeed a Lincoln High graduate. Then continued to Harvard Law.”

A crooked smile slowly etched on Margaret’s face.

Very interesting.

Lincoln High School.

The same school as Alina.

Margaret knew where Adrian went to school because she once had a business relationship with Katherine Lawson, Adrian’s mother, before the woman died.

“Dr. Whitmore,” Margaret said in a voice that suddenly became very focused. “I want you to pay attention to Mr. Lawson’s movements toward Alina. Very carefully.”

“I… don’t understand, Mrs. Blackwood.”

“You don’t need to understand,” Margaret cut in firmly. “Just do what I ask. Observe how he interacts with Alina. How he looks at her. How he speaks to her. Every detail.”

Pause.

“And if possible,” she continued in a very cold voice, “I want you to get evidence of their closeness. Photos. Videos. Witness accounts. Anything that can document… a possibly inappropriate relationship between lawyer and

client.”

Dr. Whitmore was silent uncomfortably.

“Mrs. Blackwood, I’m not sure I can do that.”

“You must do it,” Margaret cut in smoothly. “And remember–you’re already too deep to back out now.”

Dr. Whitmore drew a defeated breath.

“Yes, Mrs. Blackwood.”

The call disconnected.

Margaret put down the phone with a slow and deliberate movement.

Then a sly smile full of dark satisfaction appeared on her lips.

Margaret remembered now.

Years ago, when she chose Alina to marry Daniel during dinner with the Hayes family to finalize the arrangement–Mrs. Katherine Lawson was present.

And in casual conversation at the end of the evening, Katherine accidentally mentioned that her son Adrian who was living abroad at the time–had once liked Alina at school.

“You’re so lucky to have such a wonderful daughter–in–law,” Katherine said warmly at the time. “Alina is lovely. My Adrian had quite the crush on her back in high school, you know. Though I don’t think she ever noticed.”

Margaret didn’t think much of it at the time.

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Just trivial information about teenage puppy love.

But now, that information became very valuable.

Adrian Lawson–who once liked Alina–was now her lawyer.

Fighting to free her from Daniel.

Spending time with her.

Alone.

Margaret felt dark excitement in her chest.

This was perfect.

She didn’t need to dirty her own hands.

Didn’t need to explicitly destroy Alina or tarnish the Blackwood family name with scandal.

Just let nature take its course.

Document the closeness between Alina and Adrian.

Plant seeds of doubt in Daniel’s mind.

Let Daniel see “evidence” of betrayal.

And Daniel – with his obsessive possessiveness and jealousy–would destroy Alina himself.

Margaret didn’t need to do anything.

Just provide the ammunition.

Daniel would pull the trigger.

“I’ll get rid of you soon, Alina,” Margaret whispered in a voice full of terrible malice. “Right after you successfully give birth to my grandchild.”

Meanwhile at the Blackwood mansion, Clarissa slammed her bag onto the sofa upon entering the quiet mansion.

The sound of her heels echoed on the marble floor while her face looked cold and full of irritation.

Junior had been taken to school.

And now her mind was filled again with one same thing.

Alina.

Clarissa walked to the minibar and poured wine into a crystal glass with rough movements. Her hand gripped the glass tightly while staring blankly toward the mansion’s back garden.

Hospital.

“Damn it!”

Clarissa hated the fact that Alina was now in a safe place. A place close to doctors, nurses, and tight supervision.

The longer that woman was treated…

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The stronger her pregnancy.

The greater the possibility the baby would be born safely.

And Clarissa hated that–Hated it so much.

“I have to act before it’s too late…” she muttered softly while gritting her teeth.

She had already prepared an abortifacient drug. It couldn’t go to waste.

But now?

How could Clarissa give it to Alina in the hospital?

Clarissa began pacing anxiously.

Not easy to tamper with patient food.

Not easy to enter Alina’s room without supervision.

And if caught, she would be finished.

No.

Clarissa clenched her hands hard. She couldn’t fail. Clarissa had gone too far to back down now.

Her gaze turned dark.

“If only she went to a psychiatric hospital…” Clarissa whispered full of hatred. “All this would be much easier.”

Clarissa’s steps suddenly stopped.

Psychiatric hospital.

Clarissa slowly raised her head.

Then her eyes narrowed.

Something emerged in her mind.

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