Chapter 287 This Is Crazy
"Who!" Kevin looked at his soiled suit, fuming with anger.
Before he could find the culprit, a servant ran over, saying, "I'm sorry, sir, let me clean it for you." Then she started wiping his suit with a cloth.
At first, Kevin didn't react, but by the time he did, his suit was completely ruined.
Originally, only a small piece of cake had hit the suit, and it could have been cleaned and reused. But after the maid's enthusiastic wiping, cream and jam were smeared all over.
A crowd had gathered around, pointing at Kevin, rolling their eyes, and laughing at him.
Kevin was furious. He grabbed the maid's hand and shouted, "What are you doing?"
The maid seemed scared, bowing and apologizing frantically without even daring to look up.
"Do you know how much this suit costs? Can you afford to pay for it?" Kevin's eyes were filled with rage.
This suit was actually rented and had to be returned. The Anderson family was now under Leo's control, and Leo was just a puppet of Charles.
Once living a life of luxury, Kevin could no longer afford a custom suit and had to rent one. But now that it was ruined, he would have to buy it.
The problem was that he didn't have the money to pay for it.
Kevin gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear the maid apart.
Under such circumstances, the maid attempted to escape several times, but Kevin saw through her efforts each time. He firmly gripped Isabella's wrist, snarling fiercely, "This suit costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. If you don't pay today, don't even think about leaving!"
Isabella was speechless. She just wanted to teach Kevin a small lesson for forcing Emily, thinking he was utterly shameless. She didn't expect to be extorted.
She thought, 'Now I can't escape, and if this continues, it will definitely escalate. Can I still keep up my disguise then?'
Just as Isabella didn't know what to do, a voice suddenly intervened.
"Mr. Anderson, it's just a suit. Why get so worked up?"
Isabella found the voice familiar and looked up to see a tall figure emerging from the crowd.
She thought, 'Quentin? He is also invited to the Landon family event?'
Kevin clearly didn't recognize Quentin, but when he saw Quentin's distinguished appearance and expensive attire, especially the triangular brooch on his suit pocket, Kevin's eyes lit up. "Is that the famous designer Ms. Stewart's work, the Trillium Brooch?"
Quentin smiled slightly. "Mr. Anderson, you have a keen eye."
"Who are you? I've never seen you before," Kevin questioned Quentin's identity despite recognizing the brooch.
Before Quentin could speak, several businessmen surrounded him. "Mr. Black, we've heard you were coming today. We apologize for not welcoming you properly."
"We didn't expect Mr. Black to be so young and handsome. Truly impressive, we are humbled."
"Mr. Black?" Kevin finally realized. "Are you the legendary Mr. Black?"
Quentin nodded, very approachable. "That's me."
Kevin immediately let go, nervously rubbing his hands. "Mr. Black, I'm sorry; I didn't recognize you. I'm Kevin, the eldest son of the Anderson family. It's an honor to meet you."
Isabella took the opportunity to slip away.
By the time Kevin realized it, the maid was gone, and he had to swallow the loss.
Upstairs in the study, Emma unlocked the door and saw Siena lying on the sofa.
Charles was seated beside her, and as Emma opened the door, he leaned over and kissed Siena gently on the cheek.
When he saw Emma, Charles' expression soured instantly. "There are plenty of guests downstairs. What are you doing up here?"
Siena lay with her eyes closed, breathing evenly, as if asleep.
Emma glanced at her and asked as she entered, "You can't seriously believe Seb's story, that this woman is actually pregnant, can you?"
Charles replied, "I wouldn't take his word for it alone. The doctor's on the way. Once she's examined, we'll know if she's really pregnant."
Emma shook her head in disbelief. "Even if she is pregnant, are you really considering keeping the baby?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
Emma was taken aback by the question, her heart sinking. "Charles, you already have a son! If you let this woman have the baby, what happens to Matthew?"
"Matthew is still my son. That doesn't change. If Siena has a child, it will just mean I have another child. Don't worry, you will still be Mrs. Landon, and Matthew will still be the eldest. Their existence won't affect your status. What's rightfully yours won't be reduced by a single penny."
Emma shook her head, exasperated. "You're out of your mind!"
Charles' gaze remained fixed on Siena's face as he gently stroked her cheek. "Emma, look at her. She resembles Anna so much, especially her eyes and nose. Don't you think she could be Anna reincarnated?"
Emma was at a loss for words.
At that moment, Emma's phone rang.
She glanced at the caller ID, steadied herself, and answered, "Hello."
The voice on the other end delivered shocking news. Emma's face went pale. "What did you say? Matthew's missing?!
"Yes, yes, we'll cooperate. As soon as he's back, I'll persuade him to turn himself in."
She ended the call and turned to Charles. "Charles, the hospital just called. Matthew's escaped."
Charles frowned. "Escaped?"
"Yes. Today was supposed to be his return to prison day. Everything was fine until after he left the hospital. Suddenly, he jumped into a car, drove off, and vanished." Emma was nearly in tears, panic evident in her voice. "Charles, what do we do now? Matthew's considered a fugitive! Isn't this going to add to his sentence? Why would he run now, just when he's so close to being free? Where could he have gone?"
Emma was on the brink of tears, while Charles remained remarkably composed.
At that moment, Siena stirred in her sleep, a faint groan escaping her lips as her face contorted in pain.
Charles immediately turned his attention to her, leaning in and whispering softly, "What's wrong?"
Siena, still with her eyes shut, murmured, "It hurts."
