Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Ryan Is At Hospital

That was the confidence of someone who knew she had support.

In comparison, Rose’s earlier confrontation suddenly made her look like a clown.

After all, Samantha had someone backing her up.

Rose’s eyes filled with sarcasm.

Slowly, she turned her gaze toward Ryan.

As if sensing it, he looked back at her.

Only then did Rose finally understand.

Earlier, when Ryan had seemingly risked himself to save her, it hadn’t been because he cared.

It had been instinct.

A man’s instinct to protect someone in danger.

Not special treatment.

Not concern.

Not love.

Even strangers might rush to save someone in a crisis, let alone two people who had once been married for seven years.

But what Ryan was doing now was different.

Stepping forward to smooth things over for Samantha.

Taking responsibility on behalf of Samantha’s brother.

Shielding her from criticism.

Those actions weren’t instinctive.

They were deliberate.

Intentional.

A conscious act of favoritism.

And in doing so, he gave Samantha even more confidence.

For a moment, Rose didn’t know what to say.

Anything she said now would only make her seem like she was desperately trying to save face.

"It is only natural for Mr. Knight to take responsibility for Ms. Hill’s brother’s mistake."

Trevor walked over slowly, Ariel holding his hand.

As he approached, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, removed it, and draped it over Rose’s shoulders.

Only then did Rose realize she was shivering.

Her clothes were soaked with wine.

She nodded. "Thank you."

Trevor continued calmly, "Making amends is simply the responsible thing to do. I don’t think Ms. Hill would mistake cleaning up a mess for some grand romantic gesture."

The smile that had just appeared on Samantha’s face instantly froze.

Something about Trevor’s words stung.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was implying something.

But if she denied it, she would only seem petty.

And Trevor’s expression remained perfectly calm.

There wasn’t a trace of mockery on his face.

Ryan’s gaze briefly softened as it landed on Ariel standing beside Trevor.

But he said nothing.

With Ryan’s promise that Kingswell would cover the venue’s future promotional expenses, the owner couldn’t have been happier.

He immediately stepped forward.

"We have private changing rooms available."

Smiling, he added, "Mr. Knight, Ms. Hill, please go get changed. While you’re there, we can have a doctor examine Mr. Knight’s injuries and determine whether they’re serious."

Hearing that they would be assigned the same changing room, Samantha’s lips curved upward.

Rose heard it too.

The intimacy between them was so openly acknowledged that no one even questioned it anymore.

Trevor didn’t spare Samantha another glance.

Instead, he looked at Ryan. "Mr. Knight, please go ahead."

Ryan rose to his feet.

For a brief moment, Rose thought she saw him sway slightly.

The crease between his brows deepened almost imperceptibly.

Just then, a small voice sounded from the corner.

"It’s all because Ariel is so selfish..."

Mike finally spoke.

Ariel immediately turned to look at him.

Her small face was expressionless.

"When are you ever going to learn some manners?"

Mike’s temper exploded instantly.

Like a lit firecracker, he stormed forward and reached out to shove Ariel.

Rose nearly stepped forward herself.

But someone moved first.

A hand shot out and grabbed Mike by the collar.

Rose looked up.

Ryan had walked over.

His expression was cold and unreadable.

"Go change your clothes with your sister."

Mike instantly froze.

Seeing Ryan’s expression, a chill ran down his spine.

He didn’t dare argue.

Immediately, he ran over and grabbed Samantha’s hand.

Samantha hadn’t expected Ryan to reprimand Mike because of someone else’s child.

Her expression darkened briefly.

But she quickly understood.

After all, openly showing favoritism in public wouldn’t be appropriate.

Even Rose was somewhat surprised.

Trevor had already picked Ariel up in his arms.

Meeting Ryan’s gaze directly, he said, "Thank you, Mr. Knight, for looking out for my daughter."

The words my daughter sounded perfectly natural.

Yet the moment they were spoken, something subtle seemed to shift.

Ryan looked at Trevor.

Trevor looked back.

Neither man’s expression changed.

But for two seconds, the air seemed to freeze.

Rose couldn’t quite explain why, but something felt off.

Without sparing Ryan another glance, she turned to Trevor.

"Let’s go."

Trevor looked away first. "Alright."

In Trevor’s arms, Ariel suddenly looked toward Ryan.

"Thank you, Uncle."

Her voice was soft and sincere.

Both her mommy and Grandpa Nate had taught her to be polite.

Ryan had protected her mother.

He had also stopped Mike.

So Ariel felt she should thank him.

When Ryan heard the word Uncle, something flickered briefly in his eyes.

Rose and Trevor left with Ariel.

They hadn’t gone very far when a startled cry rang out behind them.

It was followed by Samantha’s anxious voice.

"Ryan!"

Rose’s footsteps paused.

But in the end, she didn’t look back.

******

Rose accompanied Trevor as he took Ariel back to Dr. Nathan’s house.

By the time she returned to Moon Lake Villa, it was already late.

She was still wearing Trevor’s suit jacket.

Since it had gotten dirty, she set it aside to be cleaned.

Her own clothes were stained as well, so she took a shower and went straight to bed.

Ryan never came home that night.

Rose didn’t ask about it.

Wondering where he was was no longer her right.

The next morning.

It was a rare weekend.

Shortly after Rose woke up, a call came in from the Knight family estate.

Martha answered and handed the phone to her.

Rose wasn’t eager to speak with Margaret these days.

Still, she accepted the call.

Before she could even say hello, Margaret’s voice came through.

"How did Ryan get injured? Was it serious enough to require hospitalization?"

Rose froze.

Hospitalized?

She hadn’t expected the situation to be that serious.

The night before, Ryan hadn’t appeared badly injured at all.

In fact, he hadn’t shown any sign of pain.

"You didn’t know?" Margaret asked.

Then her tone became noticeably sharper.

"Rose, you need to pay more attention to your husband."

She sighed. "I already know about it, yet you’re still sitting at home. You should be at the hospital taking care of him."

Then she added pointedly, "And if you truly want that divorce certificate, stop acting so impulsively."

Rose rubbed her temples.

To be blunt, the entire incident had been caused by Mike.

She and Ariel had been innocent bystanders.

Ariel had been terrified.

How was she supposed to worry about Ryan first?

Especially when someone else was already devotedly caring for him.

Why should she go out of her way to please someone who barely acknowledged her existence?

"I’ve made up my mind."

Margaret didn’t give her a chance to argue.

"You’re the best at preparing meals for recovery. Ryan needs proper nourishment while he recovers."

Her tone left no room for discussion. "Prepare something nutritious and bring it to the hospital. Martha can help."

Then she hung up.

Just like that.

Martha immediately asked, "Madam, what would you like me to prepare?"

Rose pressed her lips together.

This was clearly a case of being forced into something she didn’t want to do.

There was no avoiding it.

Ever since she had thrown herself into work and distanced herself from the Knight family, she hadn’t prepared nutritious meals in a long time.

No one understood therapeutic nutrition better than she did.

The role of nutrients.

Their interactions.

Their effects on recovery and healing.

Back then, because of her expertise, she had practically been required to plan recovery-focused meals for Margaret, her aunt, and several prominent members of the family.

In the end, Rose prepared a hearty chicken and vegetable stew designed to support recovery.

Martha packed everything neatly into an insulated lunch container and provided the hospital room number.

With no better option, Rose decided to make a quick appearance.

At the very least, it would satisfy Margaret

Soon afterward, she arrived at the hospital.

Carrying the insulated container, she made her way to the VIP floor.

Standing outside Ryan’s room, she knocked on the door.

Just as she reached for the handle—

A mocking laugh sounded behind her.

The speaker glanced at the insulated lunch container in her hand.

Then sneered. "There’s really no need to go through all this trouble."

The voice was dripping with ridicule. "It doesn’t look like your charity is needed here."