The rage that Evangeline had been bottling up could not be held back any longer.
"Get out!"
Her shout took Walter by surprise. With a powerful swing, she hurled the pillow from the bed straight at him with all her might.
"Just go, Walter! I never want to see you or Julia again—ever!"
The anguished cry echoed through the hospital room, slipping through the door crack. Roslyn, with Celina trailing behind, did not hesitate—they burst into the room and were met with chaos.
Evangeline, in the grip of madness, was throwing anything she could get her hands on at Walter. Papers flew from his hands as he ducked and weaved, scattering across the floor with the glittering shards of broken glass. The room was a disaster zone.
Roslyn's heart broke at the sight of Evangeline. Ignoring the risk to her own feet, she dashed to Evangeline's side and wrapped her arms around her. "I'll get him out of here, I'll have the guards take him away! Calm down, Evie, please? You're too weak for this—it's not worth wrecking yourself over him..."
Her voice was a gentle whisper, her hand tenderly patting Evangeline's slender back.
The gentle touch worked wonders, Evangeline's rage subsided, but then she burst into tears.
"Roslyn… Roslyn, my baby... my baby's gone..."
Evangeline's face was buried in Roslyn's shoulder, her emotions flooding out in a torrent of tears.
"It's okay, really. Who needs a baby with a guy like Walter anyway?"
Walter stood frozen, Roslyn's words cutting deep. The bodyguards lingered by the door, exchanging looks, waiting for Walter to make his move.
Walter's role in the family drama was no secret, and at this moment, he was in a heated spat with Evangeline.
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