Chapter 675:
Gorman scoffed coldly, “He just doesn’t know when to back off, does he? Linsey made herself clear, and yet he keeps showing up.”
What angered him more wasn’t just Collin’s persistence. It was seeing Linsey’s heartbreak—seeing how much she still cared.
Because if she didn’t care, she wouldn’t have cried like that.
A bitter frustration twisted in Gorman’s chest.
But deep down, he knew—if Collin hadn’t hurt her, if he hadn’t lied, Linsey would never have asked for a divorce. And Gorman would never have had this chance.
“Mr. Green, should we do something about him?” the subordinate asked carefully.
Gorman clenched his jaw. “He’s CR Corporation’s founder. If I challenge him now, I gain nothing—and I risk losing Linsey’s trust. Let him be for now. But if he shows up again, let me know immediately. I’ll take care of it myself.”
The subordinate gave a quick nod. “Yes, sir!”
Later that afternoon, Linsey’s check-up went smoothly.
With Gorman around, the hospital pulled out all the stops.
Several doctors came into her room, each giving updates with careful detail.
“Ms. Brooks, your overall health is good. There’s just a bit of anemia. Try to eat more foods rich in iron, especially those good for pregnancy—but don’t overdo it.”
Another doctor added, “And your hand—try not to use it too much. Give it time to rest. Even after it heals, don’t carry anything too heavy.”
The doctors continued with their reminders, one after another.
Gorman sat nearby, listening quietly. Then, with a subtle nod, he gave a signal to one of them.
Catching on, the doctor spoke with more weight. “Ms. Brooks, your emotional well-being matters just as much. Too much stress can affect the baby’s health, so it’s important to stay calm and positive.”
Linsey nodded slowly. “Got it. I’ll be careful.”
After a pause, her fingers curled around the blanket. Her voice was soft and unsure. “The baby… Is everything okay?”
The doctor gave her a warm smile. “Everything looks perfect. Just keep taking care of yourself, and you’ll have a healthy, happy baby.”
Suddenly, a loud thud came from outside the door.
Gorman’s eyes snapped toward it. “Who’s there?” He turned quickly, spotting the door—left slightly ajar.
Gorman’s eyes narrowed sharply. He cast a cold glance at Danny. “Why wasn’t the door closed properly?”
Danny paled and rushed over. But before he could even touch the handle, his voice rang out in surprise, “Mr. Lawson?! Why are you standing here listening in?”
Jeffery’s face froze for a split second. The moment he heard the accusation, he straightened up with a look of indignant defiance. “You’re the ones who didn’t shut the door. I didn’t exactly come here trying to eavesdrop.”
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