Marcus’s knuckles were bleeding.

He stopped.

Justin’s face was bruised and swollen.

Blood trickled from his nose and mouth.

Marcus glared at him. “Tell me the truth. You never touched Mina! How could she ever be interested in someone like you?”

Justin clenched his fists.

It was true. She hadn’t been interested.

Six months ago, Mina’s uncle wanted to collaborate with their family.

He seized the opportunity and asked for Mina.

Mina was truly beautiful.

Even with her bad reputation, many still wanted to sleep with her.

Every now and then, someone would claim to have slept with her.

This led everyone to believe she was promiscuous.

Even knowing she was easy, Justin still wanted her.

Mina’s uncle immediately arranged it when he heard the request.

But at the hotel, after meeting Mina, he was beaten up by her.

She cursed at him a few times and ran away.

He didn’t succeed, but he had already boasted about it.

When his friends asked if he had slept with Mina and how it was, Justin had to brazenly say it was great!

This left him no room to backtrack within their circle.

These useless rich kids, accustomed to flattery, were used to it.

How could he admit failure in front of his friends?

So, gritting his teeth, he spoke again. “Marcus, I don’t want to lie to you. I really did sleep with her! But I’m definitely not the father of her child… I slept with her six months ago. Just over a month ago, I saw her coming out of a hotel with a man…”

Seeing Justin beaten to a pulp but still sticking to his story, along with the test report, Marcus now completely believed him.

After all, he had azoospermia.

That night with Mina, she had personally said it wasn’t her first time… and she was pregnant.

Marcus slowly retracted his fist and let out a low, bitter laugh.

How ridiculous!

She had deceived him and married him, yet he was still defending her!

Marcus sneered coldly, stood up, and staggered out.

He rushed into the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face, then leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong urge to vent his frustrations.

He took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and saw the message he had sent Alexander last night.

After a moment’s thought, he immediately called.

The call was answered quickly. Alexander’s voice was cold. “What do you want?”

Marcus scoffed. “Are you angry?”

“…”

There was no response from the other end.

Marcus suddenly realized something. “No way, you went home last night, right? What? Don’t tell me you didn’t go home, and Evelyn didn’t call you?”

Alexander’s voice turned even colder. “I went home. Why would she call?”

Marcus took a deep breath. “Right, you went home. Then why are you so angry?”

Of course it was because!

Even though Alexander had returned home and appeared before Evelyn, he found her, Chloe, and Chloe Roland already asleep in the secondary bedroom.

She might not even have realized he had been missing for two hours!

It was utterly infuriating!

Alexander decided… he must teach Evelyn a lesson!

As for what kind of lesson?

Hmph, if he spoke to her before breakfast, he’d be a dog!

Alexander felt wronged but put on a tough front. “You can’t even sort out your own life. Don’t worry about mine!”

With that, Alexander hung up.

Then he headed to the dining room.

Usually, Evelyn would get up to prepare breakfast for him and Chloe.

Today, they hadn’t woken up yet—they must have stayed up late last night.

So, he would make breakfast for them.

Alexander busied himself in the kitchen.

After finishing breakfast, he heard the sound of a door opening upstairs and footsteps coming down.

Alexander’s face was still dark.

When Evelyn appeared, she looked at the three breakfasts on the table in surprise. “You got up so early to make breakfast?”

The man who was angry with her snorted. “Hurry up and try it before it gets cold.”

Breakfast time had arrived. He wasn’t angry anymore!

“Okay~”

Evelyn sat down and asked curiously, “Have you eaten already?”

Chloe Roland, who had come downstairs with Chloe, walked over and placed Chloe in front of a breakfast clearly meant for a child.

Then she went to another breakfast.

As soon as Chloe Roland sat down, the breakfast was coldly pulled away from her. “Sorry, this one is mine.”

Chloe Roland: ??

She stared blankly at Alexander, sensing the cold aura he emitted, and looked at Evelyn with grievance.

Seeing this, Evelyn found it both amusing and exasperating.

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t intervene, merely glancing toward the kitchen. “If you want to eat, make it yourself. The bread slices are ready.”

Since Chloe Roland had openly declared her liking for Alexander before… she would have to face the consequences.

Hearing this, Chloe Roland obediently stood up. “Okay.”

Then she walked into the kitchen.

Evelyn pretended not to notice.

She casually glanced and indeed saw the trace of smugness at the corner of the man’s lips, despite his dark expression this morning.

Evelyn: …

She suddenly remembered a saying: Men remain boys until they die.

This Alexander was really being childish today!!

She shook her head helplessly but picked up the fried egg from her bowl and gave it to him. “You have more.”

Alexander nodded happily.

Evelyn also silently breathed a sigh of relief.

She liked runny eggs.

Today’s fried egg was clearly overcooked and probably wouldn’t taste good… Well, she was definitely just showing concern for Alexander.

…

At the Ashcroft residence.

After being hung up on, Marcus had nowhere to go.

The company, knowing he had gotten married, considerately gave him a week off, so he had no work to attend to either.

In the end, he could only helplessly return home.

When his car stopped at the Ashcroft gate, Marcus was still listless.

But when he saw a familiar car, his eyes immediately lit up!

Wasn’t this his third uncle’s car?

He quickly strode inside and saw that although Third Uncle Ashcroft looked weathered, aside from fatigue, there was no other expression on his face, and he showed no signs of injury.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Third Uncle Ashcroft also heard him return.

He immediately put down his phone and looked over.

Although puzzled why Marcus was returning from outside on his wedding night, he first asked the question he cared about most. “You said on the phone yesterday, whose daughter is Evelyn? Your father’s or your second uncle’s?”

Marcus: “…”