As Violet Zimmerman finished speaking, the blood visibly drained from Sophia Hamilton’s face. Her hands gripped the straps of her shoulder bag, squeezing tightly, forcing out a strained smile.

"Madam, are you joking?"

Violet Zimmerman arrogantly lifted her chin, arms crossed, questioning, "Do you think I have time to joke with you?"

Sophia Hamilton...

"No, Madam, you can’t do this, you can’t... This is Evander’s and my child, you can’t abort it..." Sophia Hamilton shook her head incessantly. Her pale face was completely bloodless, her voice trembled slightly as she rambled, while reaching for the zipper of her shoulder bag, her fingers noticeably shaking as they held the zipper head.

"Are you angry about that check? I’ll return it to you, right now..."

Violet Zimmerman watched her actions, a mocking smile formed at the corners of her lips.

Terrified, Sophia Hamilton forgot that she didn’t have the bank card with her. Her fingers touched the empty compartment before she remembered, hurriedly looking up, "Madam, I forgot to bring it... How about this, I’ll call Evander right now and have him bring it over..."

As she cupped her phone, scrolling through numbers, Violet Zimmerman snatched it from her hand and threw it behind. The white phone hit the car body then fell into the car compartment, just as a call came through, playing the music specifically set for Evander Lancaster.

Seeing the phone flashing continuously, regret filled Sophia Hamilton’s heart. She hadn’t called Evander Lancaster before getting in the car, assuming it would be the same as before— a few warnings, and then she’d be let go...

But little did she realize, Violet Zimmerman’s decisiveness this time had a reason. A certain company’s president wanted to marry her, so she wanted to act thoroughly.

As the phone stopped ringing, Sophia Hamilton stood, preparing to go over. Violet Zimmerman seized her arm again, flipping her back into the seat with surprising force.

Violet Zimmerman’s voice was unprecedentedly sharp, "Sophia Hamilton, I’m telling you, don’t even think about bringing Evander over to help you! Evander is my son, I know his temperament. If he learns that you tricked money from me, do you really think he’d still trust you?"

"No, it’s not the way you think, Madam."

For the first time in her life, Sophia Hamilton felt so helpless. Just now, Violet Zimmerman’s force was strong, throwing her into the seat. Though the seat was comfortably soft, the sudden fall differed from sitting down of her own accord.

Sophia Hamilton couldn’t tell if it was due to her inner panic or the fall, but her lower abdomen started to ache dully.

"Evander knows about the check, he knows..."

Ultimately, Sophia Hamilton started to cry as Violet Zimmerman’s expression grew colder. The fear in her heart spread wildly, unable to find a shred of sympathy or pity in Violet’s eyes.

This side of Violet Zimmerman made her afraid, truly terrified.

"Hmph! Sophia Hamilton, I’ve underestimated you," Violet Zimmerman sneered coldly, arms folded. "Even now you’re still lying, implying Evander gave you the check, and the two of you conspired to deceive me?"

Hmph! Only a fool would believe that!

"Yes, yes, Evander knows about the check," overwhelmed with urgency, Sophia Hamilton could only betray Evander Lancaster to protect her own child, keeping her child was paramount!

"Hmph! Evander is simply blind!" Violet Zimmerman sneered again as the extended Lincoln stopped, the car door opened, and Sophia Hamilton was dragged out by the assistant.

Looking at the hospital building ahead, Sophia Hamilton’s fear intensified, "I don’t want to abort the baby!" Her instinct was to escape, but the assistant caught her once more.

"Take her inside!" Violet Zimmerman ordered, Sophia Hamilton was carried by the assistant and the driver into the hospital entrance.

"Madam, I beg you, don’t abort my child... I promise you, I’ll leave Evander, never see him again... Madam, I’m begging you..."

Dragged into the hospital by two men, Sophia Hamilton began to cry in despair. With a purse slung over her elbow, Violet Zimmerman turned her impeccably made-up face back, glaring coldly, "Begging now? It’s too late!"

At closing time, the lobby was nearly empty, so Violet Zimmerman had no need for discretion.

"Madam, it’s not too late, it’s not too late. I really will leave Evander... just spare my child..." Sophia Hamilton shook her head ceaselessly, the pain in her lower abdomen worsening. She had an illusion that she might really lose her baby.

Her first love, her first child, even if Violet Zimmerman forcibly separated them, she wanted to keep this child.

Because she feared never finding such love again, never meeting a man so kind to her...

"Dream on!" Violet Zimmerman entered the elevator, turned and coughed coldly, then sternly reprimanded her two men, "Move quickly, two men can’t handle one woman!"

"Madam, please..." Sophia Hamilton’s desperate voice was cut off by the closing elevator doors.

In front of the company entrance, Evander Lancaster dialed Sophia Hamilton’s number again, just like before, no answer. With the phone pressed against his ear, Evander Lancaster frowned and cursed, "That little thing! Where did she run off to again?"

That troublesome one was probably out shopping enthusiastically, it had happened before— suddenly craving a snack, she’d go off alone to the snack street, completely forgetting about Evander Lancaster.

Listening to it automatically disconnect to a busy tone again, Evander Lancaster considered and then called Nathan Moore, "Bro, when does Sophia finish work?"

Nathan Moore, holding a registration slip at the elevator entrance, gestured for Titus Zane to enter first, lingering for a moment, saying, "I’m not sure, she left early today to bring Titus Zane to the hospital for a check-up."

"Bro, our family runs a hospital, why take your wife to another one? As the saying goes, ’Let the rich soil not flow to outsiders’, what you’re doing seems a bit wrong,"

Evander Lancaster lounged lazily in the driver’s seat, with a teasing look, well aware of Nathan Moore’s actions. Petty and vindictive, certainly because of last night’s provocation he took Titus Zane to another hospital.

Nathan Moore snorted coldly, "Family? Forget it, only family would laugh at their own family. I’m not as capable as you, getting a woman pregnant in a month. So I have to come to the hospital to check for inherent issues!"

"Bro, don’t say that..." Evander Lancaster leaned back, continuing to banter. Since he had to wait for Sophia Hamilton, he might as well chat to avoid boredom.

In the elevator, Titus Zane didn’t know how many times he’d pressed the open door button. Finally, impatiently, he said to Nathan Moore bluntly, "Hurry up!"

Nathan Moore looked up, glanced at the phone and said, "No time to chit-chat, my wife’s getting mad."

With that, he stepped into the elevator, going up with Titus Zane for the check-up.