The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 42

"Too late?" Christian scoffed, his laugh dripping with sarcasm and disbelief. "You were standing right there, and you were too late? Evelyn, at least come up with a better lie!"

Lyra clung tightly to Christian's arm, weeping beautifully. "Christian, please, stop... Let's just get Leo to the hospital... It's all my fault. I shouldn't have brought him... Ms. Sullivan, I know you don't like me, or Leo... but the child is innocent."

With every word she spoke, Christian's expression darkened another fraction.

"Harrison!" He stood up with the child in his arms, a large patch of his shirt already soaked in blood. "Get the car! We're going to the hospital right now!"

"Yes, Boss!" Harrison's expression was grim as he pulled out his phone and sprinted toward the elevator.

Christian strode out with the inconsolable Leo. As he passed Evelyn, he didn't even spare her a glance, dropping only a single, icy threat.

"If anything happens to Leo, Evelyn, I will make you pay."

Lyra stumbled after him. As she brushed past Evelyn, she tilted her head slightly.

On her tear-stained face, a fleeting, undisguised gleam of triumph flashed in those damp eyes, and she breathed out a few soft words that only the two of them could hear.

"You can't beat me."

Her voice was as gentle as ever, even laced with a sob, yet the sheer smugness and provocation dripping from it hissed like a viper's tongue.

Evelyn stood alone, watching the group vanish in a rush at the elevator banks.

Leo's cries faded away, leaving the pool of blood on the rug looking increasingly jarring in the sunlight, while the air retained a sickening mix of sweet cookie crumbs and copper.

At the entrance to the secretariat, several assistants peeked out with complex expressions—a mix of pity, curiosity, and naked contempt.

Evelyn slowly turned around and walked out of the office step by step, making her way to the elevator.

The mirrored walls reflected her pale, composed face, but upon closer inspection, her fingertips were trembling slightly, and a faint white indentation marked where she had bitten her lower lip.

The elevator descended.

In the ground-floor lobby, the receptionist's gaze grew even more complicated when she saw her come down alone. Someone looked as if they wanted to speak but ultimately lowered their head to feign busyness.

Evelyn crossed the silent lobby and pushed through the heavy revolving doors.

The late morning autumn sun poured down unhindered, making her squint against the glare.

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