Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 219

Chapter 219 You Don't Know Me

I had originally scheduled the abortion for the following week, but using the pregnancy to clarify things at the press conference seemed like the best move.

I contacted Julian, asking him to cancel the procedure and made a new, secret appointment.

On the other end of the phone, his voice carried a tone of disapproval.

"Eva, you know your condition. Delaying this could make things worse."

"I've already discussed it with the head of the OB-GYN department. We'll perform the surgery together, so you don't have to worry."

"But right now, Harmon Group needs the baby to settle the situation..."

I didn't hide the truth. Julian was both my attending physician and my friend.

He paused. "Understood. The time won't change. There won't be any record of it. That's that."

He had hung up.

He was frustrated with me. And honestly, who could blame him? I wasn't exactly a model. patient, making decisions that risked my health. But what else could I do? I couldn't just stand by and let Harmon Group fall apart. The press conference came together quickly. Though I wasn't sure what Mr. Harmon Senior said to Leonard, he had somehow agreed to go along.

Still, for the past two days, Amelia had been visibly upset and red-eyed whenever I saw her.

far, I no longer had to pretend to be friendly with her. It ignored

Harmon Senior had given Leonard a stern talking to as

walked in just as Amelia stormed out in tears. Leonard looked like he was about to chase after her

""What is it?"

"The press conference."

went over the details like it was just another task. He frowned at

used to be

fixed on the documents

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him a glance.

my composure, but inside,

my hand, a

reached over and took the pen from me. "How many times have I told you?

sharply, locking eyes with him. For a moment, he seemed confused, staring at the pen in his hand like he was trying to figure out why he had

when I spun pens, especially during finals week

distracted him.

bad habit. It wasn't until I stopped writing as much that he finally stopped

leaned in slightly, hoping to ask if he had remembered something, but before I

if she had just been

trance.

"Come in. What's wrong?"

you afternoon tea. You didn't eat

if I weren't there. She carefully unpacked the food, "It's all