Chapter 270

"You've never shown me even a sliver of kindness before."

"Do you have any idea how much it hurt when you plunged that knife into my heart?"

"You couldn't possibly understand..."

Alexander escorted Evelyn to the doctor. Only after confirming she was unharmed did he finally exhale in relief.

Despite her protests, he stubbornly insisted on taking her back to the penthouse.

His shoulders visibly relaxed when he realized Sebastian wasn't there.

Evelyn needed to get rid of him before he noticed anything suspicious. "Mr. Blackwood," she said coolly, "shouldn't you be at the hospital with your wife?"

"I told you—she's no longer my fiancée," he replied icily. His gaze locked onto hers, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "And next time, don't call me Mr. Blackwood. Use my name."

Evelyn blinked in surprise, but before she could respond, his phone buzzed.

His expression darkened the moment he saw the caller ID.

He rejected the call, but within seconds, it rang again.

This time, he answered. The room was so quiet Evelyn could hear the frantic female voice on the other end.

She guessed it was probably Victoria.

"I'll be there. Stop calling," Alexander snapped before hanging up without hesitation.

His eyes returned to Evelyn, who leaned against the bedframe. "Rest. I'll be in touch soon."

A knowing smile curved her lips. "Oh, I have a feeling we'll see each other much sooner than that."

The golden light of dusk illuminated her striking features, and for two heartbeats, he simply stared—before turning sharply on his heel.

As he left the bedroom, his gaze drifted toward the guest room.

He hesitated, then tested the doorknob. Unlocked. He didn't enter, merely peered inside from the threshold.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips. Something glinted in his eyes before he shut the door behind him.

The moment Evelyn heard the front door close, she grabbed her phone.

She scrolled through Twitter's trending topics before clicking on Victoria's profile.

The comments were exactly what she'd hoped for—a flood of outrage.

"Two-faced snake."

"Fake victim."

"Who posts staged videos for sympathy?"

Evelyn smirked, scrolling through the vitriol with satisfaction.

Did you really think I'd still be the same Evelyn you could manipulate so easily? How naïve.

Alexander strode into the hospital room to find Victoria slumped on the bed, her right cheek heavily bandaged. Her face was ghostly pale, lips bloodless. The moment she saw him, she burst into theatrical sobs and threw herself against his chest. "Alexander!"

Margaret stood nearby, dabbing at nonexistent tears. "Thank God you're here! Victoria's been hysterical. The doctor said the cut might scar! What are we supposed to do? She can't possibly—"

"Get out," Alexander cut in, voice dripping with irritation.

Margaret froze. "But Alexander, Victoria is the heiress of Willowbrook's most powerful family! If her face is ruined—"

"Leave. Now. Or I will."

Margaret trembled, shooting Victoria a panicked look before scurrying out.

The moment the door clicked shut, Victoria clutched him tighter—only for Alexander to shove her away.

Her cries turned frantic. "Alexander, please! I know I lost control earlier, but Vivian provoked me! She came here just to taunt me, saying she'd steal you away! I never meant to actually hurt her—I was just trying to scare her! You have to believe me!"

Alexander stared down at her, his gaze colder than she'd ever seen. Disappointment. Suspicion.

Victoria's pulse skyrocketed. She grabbed his sleeve. "You believe me, right?"

"I heard everything," he said quietly.

Her breath hitched. "H-Heard what?"

"Before I walked in. Every word you said to Vivian."

Silence.

His next words were lethal.

"You're the one who disfigured Evelyn's face."