Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259

“1-1 don’t know. I didn’t say anything.” The doctor shifted, crawling sideways to escape.

Eleanor’s eyes sharpened. She lifted her foot and stomped on the doctor’s foot with her high heels.

“Ah!” The doctor’s scream echoed through the hallway.

The commotion drew attention. Others started gathering to watch, but Eleanor’s bodyguards blocked them.

Eleanor looked down at the doctor, who was writhing on the floor in disdain.

He was clutching his foot in pain when Eleanor said, “If you keep playing dumb, I’ll stomp on your hand next. A doctor’s most valuable asset is their hands. Without them, you’re just a useless cripple, aren’t you?”

Her words slithered out like a devil’s whisper. The doctor shivered, instinctively reaching for his phone, probably to call for help.

“You think Gregory’s going to save you?” Eleanor gave a cold laugh “I’d like to see you try. I wonder, what will get here faster? Gregory or my foot?”

The doctor froze and clutched his hand, trembling. Eleanor’s vicious glare told him she absolutely meant what she said.

“Are you going to talk or not?” Eleanor raised her hand, signaling for the bodyguards to hold him down.

“I am! I am!” The doctor finally gave in.

“Yes, Madam Anathea is pregnant.”

Natalie’s heart dropped. “H–how is that possible? Greg can’t stand. How could they have possibly… done it?”

Moreover, Gregory was a clean freak. Anathea had tricked him before, and after the incident with Adam, Gregory hated Anathea to the core. How could he possibly still…

“Greg would never touch her…” Natalie murmured.

Then, she suddenly grabbed the doctor by the collar. “You’re lying!”

“I–I’m not.” The doctor shook his head.

“My colleague was called over to give Madam Anathea a checkup in the middle of the night. She said it was too intense. There

were even some minor tears…”

Natalie’s face was drained of all color.

So, Gregory and Anathea weren’t just physically intimate–they did it frequently and were rough about it as well.

While Natalie was on the verge of a breakdown, Eleanor remained composed.

She gave the doctor a sharp glare and said, “You’d better keep today’s events to yourself. No one will be able to protect you

otherwise.”

The doctor nodded frantically. “Y–yes.”

“Get lost.” Eleanor kicked him aside, then pulled Natalie back into the VIP lounge to avoid making a scene in front of everyone.

The dazed Natalie kept muttering to herself, “How is this possible? Greg hates her…”

“Enough. There’s no point dwelling on that now.”

Eleanor frowned and scolded her, “Didn’t I tell you to take advantage of the opportunity? Anathea was gone for over a month. You could’ve done something.

“If you’d tried a little harder to lock Greg down and used those fertility meds I gave you, you would be the one pregnant by now. Not her!”

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