Chapter 339

Evelyn's eyes widened abruptly, locking onto Isabella with an intense gaze. "What are you implying?"

"Was I not clear? Didn’t Nathaniel tell you last night?" A smirk played on Isabella’s lips as she tilted her head, her tone dripping with deliberate provocation.

She wanted Evelyn to know—there was another secret between her and Nathaniel, one Evelyn wasn’t privy to.

Evelyn’s expression darkened, her voice cool. "Why should I trust you?"

It was true—she had agreed to dinner with Nathaniel last night. But he’d canceled abruptly, claiming urgent business, sending her home after her visit with Beatrice.

Yet he had met Isabella instead.

And then he’d returned to the apartment, suddenly affectionate.

The pieces didn’t fit.

If Nathaniel had arranged the matching test, why keep it from her?

Evelyn’s gaze turned icy as she studied Isabella’s smug face.

Isabella, however, didn’t wait for a response. She pulled out the matching report and thrust it into Evelyn’s hands. "Convinced now?"

Evelyn stared at the results, her fingers tightening around the paper. The numbers blurred before her eyes.

A perfect match.

Her stomach twisted.

Isabella’s voice cut through the silence, smooth and calculated. "Evelyn, if you want Beatrice to get that heart transplant soon, I can give it to you. But I have a condition."

Evelyn didn’t ask about the condition. Instead, her voice was sharp. "This heart matches your mother’s. Are you really willing to sacrifice her?"

Isabella’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second before she recovered. "That’s my business. You just need to decide—do you want to save Beatrice or not? She’s old. Her health is deteriorating. If you refuse me, how long do you think she can wait for another match?"

"Unlike you, Isabella, I don’t trade lives for personal gain. Not even my own grandmother’s."

Isabella laughed, cold and mocking. "You call me selfish? Look at yourself. You’d rather let Beatrice suffer than give up Nathaniel. Do you know how rare a match like this is? Walk away now, and you might never get another chance."

She leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper.

"All you have to do is divorce him. Let me marry him. Then Beatrice gets the heart. Simple, isn’t it?"

Evelyn recoiled.

So that was her game.

She wanted Nathaniel.

Disgust curled in Evelyn’s chest. "Isabella, no matter what you say, I’ll never agree. Your schemes are pathetic. Neither I nor Beatrice want anything from you. Leave. Now."

Isabella’s fists clenched, fury flashing in her eyes. But then, slowly, she smiled again.

"Fine. But before you go… let me tell you a secret."

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"Do you know why Sebastian wanted to kidnap you?"