The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 199

Her tone was polite, but the implication was crystal clear: What are you doing in the maternity ward? Go see a doctor if you're sick, and stop getting in the way here.

Penelope's lips trembled with rage. She had been hit with blow after blow today. First, she was mocked at the tea party, then she found out Lyra was pregnant again, and now she was being publicly humiliated by her former daughter-in-law in a hospital. All her pent-up fury suddenly boiled over.

"You think I want to be in the maternity ward?!" her voice spiked. "If it weren't for some shameless woman carrying a bastard child she shouldn't be having, I wouldn't step foot in a place like this!"

She practically screamed the words, ensuring everyone in the corridor heard her perfectly.

Christian's face went rigid. He grabbed his mother's arm tightly. "Mom! Stop talking!"

Lawrence's face darkened as well. "Enough! Haven't you humiliated us enough for one day?!"

But Penelope had completely lost it. She pointed a trembling finger at Evelyn, her voice shaking with hysteria. "And you! Evelyn Sullivan! What are you so arrogant about?! So what if you can play doctor?! For the three years you were with the Lancasters, you couldn't even give him an heir! Stop acting like you're above everyone else! Let me tell you, at least Lyra can have children. She's far better than a barren—"

"MOM!!!"

Christian's roar violently tore through Penelope's tirade.

He gripped his mother's arm with bruising force, his knuckles stark white. His eyes—usually so cold and controlled—were now bloodshot, brimming with an almost desperate, feral rage.

"Are you done?!" His voice was a terrifying, guttural growl. "This is a hospital! Haven't you caused enough of a scene?!"

Penelope was stunned by her son's unprecedented outburst. Her mouth hung open, and for a long moment, she couldn't formulate a single word.

Dead silence descended upon the hallway.

Everyone held their breath, completely paralyzed by the explosive confrontation.

Evelyn simply stood there, her face as expressionless as before. But if one looked closely, they would see her fingers tightening around the tablet, her knuckles turning white.

After a few agonizing seconds, she slowly opened her mouth. Her voice was soft, yet it pierced clearly into everyone's ears:

"Dr. Jaxon, let's go. The patient is waiting."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked straight toward the elevator.

Her steps were perfectly even, her posture rigid, the hem of her white coat swaying gently with her movements.

From start to finish, she didn't cast a single glance back at the Lancasters.

It was as if they were nothing more than empty air.

Dr. Jaxon blinked in a daze before hastily scrambling to follow her.

Christian stood rooted to the spot, watching the digital numbers on the elevator descend. Yet, all his mind could conjure was Evelyn's flawlessly indifferent face.

That absolute indifference was a thousand times more devastating than any anger.

Because she truly didn't care anymore.

She didn't care about the Lancasters, she didn't care about him, and she didn't care about any of this.

That realization twisted like an ice-cold blade directly into his heart.

"Let's go," Lawrence's voice snapped him back to reality. "Which room is Lyra in?"

Christian took a deep breath, violently forcing his mind to focus.

"306," he replied. "Dr. Jaxon mentioned earlier that her condition is unstable. She needs bed rest."

Lawrence gave a sharp nod and said nothing more.

The three of them began the heavy walk toward Room 306.