Chapter 924

No.1

Doors flew open. Bodyguards emerged. Their leader was the Whitmore family's head of security, Theodore Winslow. Theodore marched to Alexander's window.

“Mr. Whitmore, Senior Whitmore and Madam Whitmore require your immediate presence at Grace Memorial Hospital.”

“Hospital? Why?” Alexander’s brow furrowed.

The Montgomerys and the Whitmores knew?

How?

How was this possible?!

Today was his only window of opportunity! Once Nathaniel returned to Isabella, everything would be ruined! It was a twenty-minute drive to Rosewood Manor… just twenty minutes away! He told Theodore, “I’ll be there in three hours. Have them calm down first—I’ll provide a full explanation later.”

“Apologies, Sir, but Senior Whitmore insists you come immediately. The Montgomery family has already begun contacting reporters and lawyers!”

If Alexander refused to go to the hospital, the Montgomerys would go public and file charges against him!

No.2

Damn it!

Alexander slammed his fist against the steering wheel in fury.

At Rosewood Manor…

Isabella was playing a video game with Christopher. He controlled a rabbit-like character that hopped around, following her avatar. Whenever an enemy attacked, he would jump in front of her to defend.

A warm smile touched Isabella’s lips. Even in a game, she felt protected.

Mid-game, her phone rang. She dismissed the call and continued playing.

It rang again almost immediately. She answered, balancing the phone between her shoulder and chin while her fingers flew across the controller.

Theodore Montgomery’s voice came through. “Isabella, are you available? Come to Grace Memorial Hospital right away. Victoria’s condition is critical.”

“What? What happened?” Isabella asked.

No.3

She’d had almost no contact with Victoria since the wedding. The Montgomery family hadn’t pushed for any meetings either.

Theodore sighed heavily. “She was pregnant with Alexander’s child. He forced her to terminate it. We need you here.”

Theodore respected Isabella’s decisions. Regardless of the outcome, they would make Alexander explain. Since Isabella had nearly married him, she deserved to know the truth.

Isabella’s frown deepened. So it had finally happened. She had been waiting for this day.

“Alright,” she replied. “I’ll be there within thirty minutes.”

The game ended just as she hung up. She walked over to Christopher. “Momo, can you stay home for a little while? Mommy will ask a very special friend to come play with you. I’ll be back in two hours!”

“Momo wants to go with Mommy!” Christopher jumped off the sofa, his small face set with determination.

Isabella ruffled his hair. “Momo, listen. My friend can jump off roofs and walk on walls. He can teach you!”

“Jump off roofs? Walk on walls? Really?” Christopher’s eyes widened with excitement.

No.4

Isabella nodded and called Maxwell.

Maxwell arrived at the house quickly. “Play some climbing games with Momo,” Isabella instructed. “And take excellent care of him.”

Rock climbing games? Child’s play! Why would a top-tier agent be doing this?

“Make sure Momo has fun,” Isabella stated firmly. “Or I’ll have you transferred to the Africa division.”

“Fine! Alright!” Maxwell agreed instantly.

Isabella handed Christopher over to Maxwell and left the manor.

Just as she had anticipated. Victoria had finally made her move. Perfect. The show was about to begin.

At Grace Memorial Hospital...

Victoria Kensington lay pale and fragile on the sterile hospital bed. A heartbreaking sight. "Just let them proceed with the surgery," she whispered weakly to everyone gathered in the room. "I'll pull through. I'll survive. I refuse to be a burden to Alexander..."

No.5

"Don't speak such nonsense, Victoria!" Eleanor Kensington clutched her daughter's hand, her voice trembling. "Burden? Alexander must take responsibility for you! We'll ensure he gives you a proper explanation."

Nearby, Benjamin Kensington snarled at Victor Whitmore. "Where is Alexander? Does he have no honor? A grown man acting with zero accountability!"

"Mr. Kensington, please remain calm. He will apologize to Victoria," Victor pledged.

Though they favored Isabella Montgomery, Victoria carried a child—a son. How could they allow her to terminate the pregnancy?

Alexander Whitmore entered the ward at that moment.

The instant he crossed the threshold, Benjamin's fist connected hard with his jaw.

"Alexander! You coward! How could you do this to my sister?!" He lunged again, but the Whitmore family bodyguards swiftly restrained him.

The Kensingtons made no move to intervene.

Protected by his security, Alexander wiped the blood from his lip with his thumb. Fury burned in his eyes.

No.6

Victoria knew that look. She recognized his rage. "Benjamin, stop! It's not his fault! It's mine! All mine... Alexander had already ended things. He was set to marry Isabella. I approached him at their wedding. I brought this shame upon myself..."

"Stop defending him, Victoria! He strung you along for five years! He did this to you, and you still shield him?" Eleanor cried out, torn between pain and anger.

Tears streamed down Victoria's cheeks. "Please don't make this worse. If Alexander doesn't want me, let me end this. Let me have the surgery and disappear from his life. I'll be fine. I'll survive..."

Her voice broke into desperate sobs. "Doctor! Where is the doctor?! I'm ready for the procedure...! I don't want this child! I don't want it!"

Her raw, agonizing wails shattered the hearts of everyone present.

Margaret Whitmore finally stepped forward. "Victoria, you have a bleeding disorder. The surgery could kill you! Don't be reckless... We will support you!"

She then turned a sharp gaze to Alexander. "What are you waiting for? Apologize to her right now. Propose!"

A bodyguard immediately handed Alexander a velvet box. Inside was the heirloom diamond ring from his engagement to Isabella—passed down for generations. How many times had he imagined slipping this very ring onto Victoria's finger? But now...

Putting it on her meant losing Isabella forever. Isabella would never take him back.

No.7

What choice did he have?

Tears of heartache glistened in her eyes. "Alexander, I meant what I said. I'll be mature. I won't force you. I won't be your burden."

With a sudden, violent movement, she clenched her fist and struck her own abdomen.

"Victoria!" Eleanor screamed, rushing to stop her.

"Let me go, Mother! I beg you! I'll be fine—I don't want this baby! I don't want it...! I don't!"

Victoria screamed in agony, her fists pounding relentlessly against her own stomach. Despair and sorrow consumed her completely.