Chapter 150

Catherine Winslow, consumed by fury and betrayal, attempted to confront the woman again, creating a scene in Richard's office.

Curious employees lingered by the door, but none dared step inside.

Richard had reached his breaking point. Watching Catherine unravel filled him with humiliation. He grabbed her arm and snapped, "Enough! How much longer will you keep this up?"

Catherine's hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared with tears.

Heartbroken, she glared at Richard. "I've stood by you through everything. Haven't I given enough? Why are you doing this to me? Richard, what do you want? Are you trying to force a divorce?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "We'll talk at home. You're not thinking clearly right now. I'll have someone drive you back."

Catherine shook her head stubbornly. "No! I want answers now. You have two choices—fire her, or I take our child and move back to my parents' permanently."

She thought her ultimatum would shake him, but Richard only scoffed.

Wrapping an arm around the other woman's waist, he smirked at Catherine. "Leave if you want."

Then, he walked away without another glance.

Catherine stood frozen, stunned, her legs nearly giving out beneath her.

Meanwhile, far from the chaos, Olivia Sinclair found solace as she slipped away from the hospital.

During the drive, Olivia rested a hand on her stomach, lost in thought.

Finally, she typed a message on her phone and showed it to Alexander Hayes beside her: "Can you help me find a private doctor? I don’t want to go back to the hospital—it’s too risky."

Alexander frowned in concern. "Are you alright? Did Liam do something to you?"

Olivia shook her head, then hesitated before typing again: "I'm pregnant. It's Liam's, but I don’t know if the baby is okay. I need to check."

Alexander studied her with sympathy. "Olivia, are you sure about this? Raising a child alone won’t be easy. I know you don’t like relying on others, but you don’t have to do this by yourself."

Olivia typed firmly: "I’ve made up my mind. I can handle it."

She paused, then added softly, "As long as the baby is healthy, I’m keeping it."

Alexander nodded in understanding.

Soon, they arrived at a secluded cottage nestled in the mountains outside the city.

Though modest, it was perfect for one person—quiet and hidden.

Alexander explained that William Hayes had once owned the property, drawn to its peacefulness.

Since it wasn’t valuable, the rest of the Whitmore family had ignored it.

Eventually, William passed it to Alexander.

Even if Liam suspected something, it would take time for him to track her here.

"More importantly," Alexander said, gesturing, "my place is just a short walk away. I avoid the family drama, so I’m usually there. If you need anything, just come by."

Then, he motioned toward the door as someone entered.

Olivia was surprised to see Isabella Rossi.

Isabella smiled warmly.

"I asked Isabella to stay with you," Alexander explained. "She can manage her other work remotely, and I’m paying her double her usual rate."

Olivia was grateful but uneasy.

She typed: "But Isabella has her own life. It’s not fair to drag her into this."

Isabella shook her head. "I chose to come. Besides, the pay is excellent. Don’t worry about me."

Reluctantly, Olivia nodded in thanks.

She had turned to Alexander because she didn’t want to burden Natalie and the others.

Noticing her hesitation, Alexander had arranged for Isabella to keep her company.

Soon, the doctor arrived.

After a brief examination, he reassured her. "The baby is perfectly healthy. You’re nearly three months along—just be cautious during this stage. Regular check-ups will help ensure everything stays on track."

Relief washed over Olivia.

She pressed a hand to her mouth, tears threatening to spill. Her baby was safe. That hospital doctor had lied.

If she hadn’t resisted, or if Alexander hadn’t helped, she might have lost the child in her grief.

A cold realization struck her—Liam had manipulated the doctor to protect his reputation. If she had signed the consent forms, the blame would have fallen on her alone.

Isabella noticed Olivia’s anger and quickly thanked the doctor before he left. Alexander gave a few instructions, then excused himself.

As Isabella approached, Olivia’s sorrow was palpable.

"You don’t have to talk about it," Isabella said gently. "But you’re safe now. Rest—things will get better."

Olivia nodded, but as she stood, tears streamed down her face.

Through gestures, she conveyed her confusion—how, after all these years, Liam could be so cruel. Maybe he had always been this way, and she had never been the exception.

Isabella wiped her tears. "If that’s the case, stop wasting your heart on him. Focus on yourself and your child."

Slowly, Olivia calmed and offered a small, grateful smile.