The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 549

Madeline stared at her. "Evelyn, aren't you surprised?"

Evelyn swallowed. "What's there to be surprised about?"

Madeline thought about it. "True. The world is better off without a guy like that." She took another bite of her croissant. "But the cameras breaking? Isn't that a little too convenient?"

Evelyn didn't reply. Sebastian reached out and gently covered her hand with his. Evelyn glanced at him but said nothing, leaving her hand resting under his.

Madeline rolled her eyes at the display. "Can you guys keep the PDA to a minimum? I'm trying to eat my breakfast here."

Evelyn smiled. "I thought you were already eating."

Madeline scoffed and went back to aggressively chewing her croissant.

Paris, Sacred Heart Medical Center, ICU floor.

The corridor was packed. The Duke stood outside the hospital room, his expression thunderous. Genevieve Astor sat on a nearby bench, sobbing uncontrollably and struggling to breathe. Elaine crouched beside her, holding her arm. Pierre Astor stood behind the Duke, his face completely devoid of emotion.

The Duke turned to his assistant. "Check the cameras. Find out who went into Leon's room last night."

The assistant nodded and hurried off. A few minutes later, he returned, his face pale.

"Your Grace, the cameras from last night were destroyed. The entire floor's feed is gone."

A heavy silence fell over the hallway. The Duke's expression darkened even further.

"Destroyed? How convenient."

No one dared to breathe. Genevieve's wails grew louder as she clutched her chest, her body sliding off the bench. Elaine scrambled to hold her up while several nurses rushed over, transferring her to a wheelchair and rolling her away.

The Duke stood perfectly still, his fists clenching at his sides. "Investigate this. Find out who was in charge of security, and who was on shift last night. Interrogate everyone."

The assistant nodded and rushed off again. The Duke glanced at the door to the room, then at the shattered camera at the end of the hall. Turning sharply, he walked away. The heavy, measured thud of his shoes echoed down the corridor.