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.

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

a stern talking to as well. Leonard wasn't treating Amelia

to finalize the press conference plans, I walked in just as Amelia stormed out in tears. Leonard looked like he was about to chase after

""What is it?"

"The press conference."

his office and went over the details like it was just another task. He frowned

didn't used to be

don't know me," I replied, my eyes fixed on the documents in front of

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him a glance.

maintain my composure, but inside, I was boiling

pen in my hand,

and took the pen from me. "How many times have I told you? Don't spin the pen-it distracts you

confused, staring at the pen in his hand like he was trying to figure out why

pens, especially during finals week back in school.

distracted him.

until I stopped writing as much that he

to ask if he had remembered something, but before I could, Amelia's voice interrupted us. "Mr. Harmon,

tremor as if she had just

trance.

"Come in. What's wrong?"

tea. You didn't eat

me, sitting beside Leonard as if I weren't there. She carefully unpacked the food, "It's