Chapter 375

Camera flashes blinded Sophia Laurent, making her eyes sting.

Her protective hand flew to her abdomen—a gesture that only fueled more speculation.

"Is it true you're pregnant, Ms. Laurent?"

"Is the father Mr. Valdemar or Mr. Winston?"

The reporters' questions cut like knives.

Gavin Winslow stepped forward, his expression dark.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Versini Couture's launch event. Stay on topic."

He turned to Sophia, lowering his voice. "Go to the lounge."

She gave a slight nod and hurried away with security.

Behind her, frustrated journalists shouted follow-up questions.

Daniel Lowell watched from the shadows, his gaze complex as his sister retreated.

His fists clenched, nails biting into his palms.

"Ethan Winston's child..."

The thought tightened his chest.

If only he'd known sooner—

He shook his head violently, crushing the guilt.

Too late for regrets now.

Valdemar Holdings' executive floor hummed with tension.

Department heads delivered reports under the CEO's icy scrutiny.

A sharp chime interrupted.

Alexander Valdemar pressed the intercom, irritation flashing across his chiseled features.

"Tell Henry to wait."

But his assistant barged in anyway.

"Sir, your wife is in trouble."

Alexander's eyes transformed instantly.

"Meeting adjourned."

Executives exchanged bewildered looks before scrambling out.

Henry Chamberlain handed over a tablet.

Sophia's pale face dominated the screen.

"I am indeed pregnant."

The words struck like thunder.

Alexander shot up, his suit jacket overturning a teacup.

Dark liquid bled across important documents.

He didn't even glance at the damage.

"Get the car."

Watching his boss storm out, Henry exhaled in quiet relief.

Even glaciers could melt.