Chapter 413

The driver's hands trembled on the steering wheel. In the rearview mirror, Isabella Valentine's bloodshot eyes sent chills down his spine.

"Pull over." Her voice was ice-cold.

The moment he hit the brakes, the car door flew open. Isabella yanked him from the driver's seat like an enraged lioness.

"Miss!" A bodyguard rushed to intervene.

She ignored him. The sports car roared like a beast as she slammed the accelerator. The speedometer needle jerked violently to the right. The scenery outside blurred into streaks of color.

"Sophia..." She bit her lower lip until blood filled her mouth. "I'll make you wish you were dead."

Meanwhile, in Ethan Roscente's office at Roscente Group headquarters...

Zachary Evans entered just as Ethan signed a document. The fountain pen left sharp, angular strokes on the paper.

"Did you find anything?"

"Ms. Lowell was hospitalized for gastroenteritis two months ago." Zachary handed over the medical records. "At your family's hospital."

Ink suddenly blotted the document. Ethan stared at the diagnosis, his gaze turning glacial.

"Vivian said it was just a fever."

"The records clearly state acute gastroenteritis."

Ethan's knuckles rapped the desk. Each tap sounded like a ticking countdown.

"Continue."

"No evidence of drug allergies was found." Zachary flipped through the files. "All her medical reports show no adverse reactions to common medications."

Silence filled the office. Ethan suddenly remembered that morning—Sophia curled up in bed, clutching her stomach.

"A healthy woman..." His voice tightened. "Why would she fake a drug allergy?"

Zachary's eyes widened.

"Unless..." He swallowed hard. "Unless she's pregnant."

The pen snapped in Ethan's grip. Black ink dripped between his fingers onto Sophia's medical records, spreading like a grotesque flower.

"Impossible." His voice turned hoarse. "Every time I..."

A memory flashed—that rainy night. The hotel room. Sophia's pale face and tangled sheets. He'd been too drunk to remember details.

Zachary hesitated. "When she fainted last time—"

"Investigate." Ethan stood abruptly, his suit button popping off. "Bring in every doctor on duty that day."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a red sports car sped toward the hospital. On Isabella's phone screen, Sophia's pregnancy test results glared back at her.