"Where's the security? Someone stop them now!" someone from the front desk said.

In the chaos, Lucy dropped the pretense and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Where's Evelyn Stewart? I'm looking for her. Get her out here now!"

She and her son, Franklin York, had arrived in Elgerson two days ago. The first thing they did was visit Ingrid, who was still in the hospital. Later, they stayed in the ward.

Lucy had said, "Why should we stay in a hotel? It costs money. This room is great. It's spacious and bright, and the best part is, it's free."

Ingrid said, "But there's only one bed. You and Franklin…"

"Why? Can't a mother and her son share a bed?" Lucy retorted.

Franklin had just finished lunch. He picked at his teeth, nodded, and said, "Exactly. We often share a bed at home. Plus, we only turned on one air conditioner to save money."

Despite Ingrid's efforts to persuade them, they decided to stay in the hospital ward.

According to the hospital policy, VIP rooms had one additional bed for family members. So, they were allowed to stay overnight without any objections from the hospital.

Besides, the expenses were covered by the Johnson family. Ingrid could stay as long as she wanted, and having one extra bed wasn't an issue.

After two days, Lucy had grown accustomed to the disinfectant smell. But she hadn't seen a single visitor from the Johnson family or even a maid. "Ha! You think avoiding us means you're off the hook? Not a chance!"

"Mom, what are you planning to do?" Franklin rubbed his hands, eager for action.

"If they refuse to meet us, then we'll just go to them instead," she said.

Earlier that morning, Ingrid had come across a photo of Evelyn at a gathering on her social media account. She recognized the background as a private room in a hotel from a previous visit with Evelyn.

Ingrid immediately shared the hotel address with Lucy. Without wasting a second, the mother and son headed there.

Evelyn had been watching the commotion from afar. When she suddenly heard her name, she thought she had misheard. But when Lucy shouted her name again, Evelyn's heart sank when she realized they were looking for her.

Just then, a server carrying a tray approached and called out from a distance, "Mrs. Johnson, here is your water, Mrs. Johnson?"

Seeing the front desk struggling to hold Lucy back, Evelyn instinctively returned to the private room.

Lucy froze upon hearing the name "Johnson." She recalled that the man who got Ingrid pregnant had the same last name.

Her eyes narrowed as she shouted at the retreating figure, "Evelyn Johnson, what are you doing here?"

As expected, Evelyn turned when she heard her name.

"Good, it's you! I knew it was you!" Lucy had been waiting for this moment. She pushed past the staff and stormed toward Evelyn to grab her hair. "Don't think you can run away!"

Evelyn had never encountered anything like this before; she was utterly stunned.

Lucy continued, "Ingrid is in the hospital, fighting for her life, while you're here enjoying parties in a fancy hotel? You dress to impress, but inside you're rotten to the core!"

Evelyn gasped in shock.

Lucy added, "Ingrid had a miscarriage and was hospitalized! You didn't even bother to check on her! How can you live with yourself?

"I've never seen anyone as shameless as you. You were all over her when she was pregnant, but now that she's lost the baby, you just turn your back. Do you think you're Jekyll & Hyde?"