The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 297

In that gaze, there was grievance, resentment, and a chaotic storm of complex emotions.

Evelyn met his eyes and felt a sudden wave of sheer absurdity.

What did he have to be aggrieved about?

What right did he have to feel wronged?

He was the one who asked for the divorce. He was the one who cheated. She was the one who had endured all the humiliation. And now he was looking at her as if she were the one who had betrayed him?

His pregnant fiancée was literally standing right there.

Lyra stood a few feet away, her face horrifyingly pale. Her hand rested on her stomach, and she was trembling—whether from anger or actual physical discomfort, it was impossible to tell.

Evelyn broke eye contact with Christian, her voice as casual as if she were commenting on the weather.

"Mr. Lancaster, your fiancée doesn't look well. You should probably take her to the hospital."

With that, she turned and grabbed Sebastian's hand.

"Let's go."

Sebastian looked down at the hand holding his, the corners of his mouth twitching upward.

He didn't say another word, simply following her lead toward the exit.

Maddy scrambled to grab her bags and jogged after them. As she passed Christian, she purposely took a wide detour around him, as if dodging something toxic.

Lance finally snapped to attention and quickly trailed behind, tapping his earpiece. "Bring the car around. Exit C."

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Christian stood rooted to the spot, watching the four of them walk away. He stared as Evelyn's fingers gripped Sebastian's hand, watching them leave side-by-side.

His fists slowly unclenched, only to tighten again.

"Christian..."

Lyra's weak, trembling voice came from behind him.

He turned around.

Lyra stood a few steps away, completely drained of color. She clutched her stomach, swaying slightly, looking as if she might collapse at any second.

Piper stood next to her, looking between Christian and Lyra before rolling her eyes.

Christian walked over, quickly scanning Lyra's face.

"Why do you look so pale?"

Lyra bit her lip, tears brimming in her eyes. "I think I just got too overwhelmed... my stomach hurts..."

She didn't specify exactly what had overwhelmed her, but her expression said it all.

Christian was silent for a second.

He remembered Evelyn's words—"Your fiancée doesn't look well."

He remembered that Lyra was carrying a child.

He took a deep breath.

The cabin was quiet.

Maddy looked at Evelyn, then at Sebastian, and asked cautiously, "Evie, are you okay?"

Evelyn shook her head. "I'm fine."

She leaned back against the leather seat, watching the Parisian streets blur past the window.

The sky had darkened over Paris, and the streetlights were flickering to life one by one.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed.

She checked the screen. It was a text from an unknown number:

[Welcome to Paris, Dr. Sullivan. I hope you enjoy your trip. But a word of warning—some people aren't as simple as they seem. Watch out for those around you.]

Evelyn stared at the message, her brow furrowing slightly.

"What is it?" Sebastian asked.

Evelyn was silent for a second before pocketing the phone.

"Nothing," she said. "Just spam."

Sebastian looked at her, choosing not to press the issue.

The car drove on into the city.

Outside the window, the Eiffel Tower glittered softly in the night sky.