Chapter 223

Lisette’s eyes suddenly lit up as she looked at Yvette.

“This isn’t a bad thing at all. If you can’t save the baby, why not take some advantage of it?”

“What do you mean?” Yvette growled, her expression clouded with gloom. “How is it not a bad thing? If I lose this baby, my position becomes unstable. How could I possibly turn this into an advantage?”

“You’d be foolish taking all the blame. You’re about to get married, right? So why not find yourself a scapegoat then? Remember, you losing the baby isn’t due to your health. Someone wants to hurt it. Imagine this on your wedding day, you ‘tragically’ lose the baby because of someone else’s actions. Can you guess how people will react? How do you think Gideon and Fleur will feel? Heartbroken for you, furious at the person responsible. They’ll rally behind you, and whoever you blame will be ruined.”

“Yes, you’ve got a point!” Yvette stood up abruptly, grabbing Lisette’s hands. “Lisette, you’re really my dear friend! I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You know I always have your back,” Lisette uttered with a chuckle. “There’s something I need to handle; I’ve got to go. Keep your pregnancy a secret for now. The timing has to be perfect for the biggest impact.”

Yvette nodded, exhaling deeply. “I got it!”

She breathed a sigh of relief, her mood lightening up. If she couldn’t keep this baby, then she would make sure it served a purpose.

“My baby,” she thought to herself, “you’re supposed to die to begin with, might as well make the last moment a contribution for mom.”

Yvette was in high spirits as she left the hospital. As she exited the building, she brushed past Calliope, who was entering with a medical kit in hand.

Yvette’s heart lurched. Instinctively, she clutched the prenatal exam report behind her back.

She shot Calliope a few glances and questioned, “What are you doing here?”

Calliope paused, sweeping a glance at her. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

Yvette scoffed, turned and strode away.

Calliope watched her go, her gaze thoughtful. Then she headed toward the top floor of the hospital, where Upton and Baber were staying.

She hadn’t expected to run into Valerian, Horatio, and Lisette as soon as the elevator doors slid open. Her eyes flicked briefly to Horatio, who was seated in a wheelchair.

She wasn’t surprised.

But the three of them, on the other hand, weren’t expecting to see her there at all.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Valerian snapped, seemingly quite worked up.

Lisette was momentarily taken aback. “Callie, don’t tell me you came here to gloat? You were right last time. Horatio’s legs really have issues, but he’s still your brother. You don’t have to laugh at him.”

Horatio’s brows furrowed as he studied Calliope, his gaze interrogative.

Valerian scoffed. “Knowing that your brother’s not well, you’re thrilled about this, aren’t you? It must be the highlight of your day.”

Calliope said nothing. She simply stared at them, her face impassive.

“This isn’t somewhere you should be. Whatever you’re planning, forget it!” Valerian demanded, his tone unpleasant.

“Apologies. I don’t have the time to jibe.” Calliope cast an indifferent glance at Horatio in the wheelchair. She had worried about him, cared for him and exerted herself to find a cure, conducting endless research just to figure out a solution.

Now, looking at him, she felt she’d never been this calm.

“I’m not here for you.”

After that, Calliope headed forwards.