Chapter 3: The Billionaire's Wrath
The medical team moved with frantic efficiency, terrified of the billionaire’s wrath. Julian, still groveling on the floor, felt a cold dread sink into his stomach. Arthur Vance? Evelyn is the long-lost daughter of the Vance empire? It was impossible. She was supposed to be a penniless orphan.
Julian tried to scramble to his feet, a fake, desperate smile plastered on his face. "Chairman Vance! Wait, there’s been a massive misunderstanding! I am Julian, Evelyn’s husband! I love her! I was just... I was just trying to motivate her! Please, you don't understand—"
Arthur Vance slowly turned around. The absolute coldness in his eyes made Julian’s blood run cold. Arthur walked over to Julian, stepping on the expensive watch Julian had dropped, crushing it into pieces.
"I saw your fist raised against my daughter," Arthur said, his voice dangerously quiet, yet it echoed like thunder in the room. "You treated my flesh and blood like garbage because you thought she had no one standing behind her. You married her to exploit her, and you dared to raise your hand against her while she carried a child."
"No, no! I swear, I love her!" Julian begged, backing away until his spine hit the wall.
At that moment, the door opened again, and Eleanor, Julian’s arrogant mother, strutted in. She had been outside waiting for news of a grandson. "Julian! What is taking so long? And who is this old man causing a scene—"
Before Eleanor could finish, four heavily armed, elite private security guards in black suits entered the room, flanking Arthur Vance.
"Take them out," Arthur commanded, not even looking at the mother and son. "Ensure they do not leave this hospital. Call my legal team. I want a full asset audit on the Miller family business by midnight. By tomorrow morning, I want them entirely bankrupt. Not a single bank in this country will lend them a single penny."
"You can't do this!" Eleanor shrieked as the guards grabbed her by the arms, dragging her out alongside a weeping Julian. "We are the Miller family! We have status!"
"You had status," Arthur corrected coldly. "Now, you have nothing."
As the doors closed behind the ruined family, Arthur rushed back to Evelyn’s side. He held her hand tightly, letting her squeeze it with all her might as the final contraction hit.
"One last push, Evelyn!" the doctor called out.
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With a final, triumphant cry, Evelyn pushed. A second later, the loud, healthy wail of a newborn baby girl filled the delivery room. Tears of pure joy and relief washed over Evelyn’s face as the nurse placed the beautiful baby onto her chest.
"It's a girl, Evelyn," Arthur smiled, tears freely flowing down his face as he kissed his daughter's forehead. "A beautiful, perfect girl."
