Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard) novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 Let’s Have a Talk 

I stood at the hospital room door. Something about Amelia seemed unusually off. 

The fact that Leonard had collapsed so suddenly was already suspicious, and if she truly cared for him, why would she stop him from getting tested? 

After hearing Julian’s words, Amelia hesitated for a second before forcing a smile. 

“I’m not trying to stop anything; I’m just concerned. If the tests are necessary, go ahead. But let’s not draw too much blood–it’s hard on the body.” 

She presented herself as entirely focused on Leonard’s well–being, and Julian nodded in response. 

Yet, I caught a flicker of worry in her eyes. When she noticed me watching, her expression quickly returned to calm indifference, though she instinctively moved closer to Leonard, 

I couldn’t figure out what had her so anxious, but I was starting to piece together a theory. 

Leonard, seeing me at the door, immediately hardened his expression. 

“We’re divorcing, so stop pretending to care. Aren’t you the one with health problems? Go rest 

-don’t come back blaming me later. 

Every word stung like ice. Caleb wanted to step in, but I held him back. 

Leonard rarely used sharp words, not because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t care to waste time on verbal attacks. His actions spoke louder when he truly despised someone like me. 

Under the weight of his and Amelia’s scornful glares, I walked out of the room. 

I realized then that my emotional resilience was stronger than I thought. Even though the pain in my chest felt like it was going to crush me, I managed to hold it together. 

But I didn’t leave the hospital. Instead, I went straight to Julian’s office. 

He was reviewing Leonard’s test results, his brow furrowed. 

“Is there something wrong? Is he poisoned?” I asked, curiosity piqued. 

Julian spread the report on the table. 

Looking at all the technical jargon, I was completely lost. 

“If you could read this, then my years of medical training would’ve been a waste.” 

“No, he’s not poisoned. His vitals look good. He’s recovering well. But could there be nerve. damage? Or maybe we’re looking at something more… supernatural?” 

Seeing Julian’s uncertainty was a rare sight, and it made me realize how serious the situation. 

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was. 

I stood there, afraid to speak, worried that I might break his train of thought. 

After what felt like an eternity, he still hadn’t said anything, and I grew impatient. 

“Could it be something like incense or perfume laced with poison? Maybe some food that reacts badly, like poisonous mushrooms?” 

I was practically throwing out ideas from all the ridiculous TV dramas I’d watched with Emm Julian, however, shot me an annoyed look. 

“Do you 

think we’re in a drama here? 

“None of that is the case. I even drew blood from him personally to rule out any tampering The tests show nothing unusual.” He shook his head. 

“They won’t let me run a CT scan, and I can’t force it. Maybe it’s just psychological trauma. 

His uncertainty left me feeling even more unsettled. Sure, that shovel had hit Leonard hard but could it really have caused this much mental confusion? 

With no answers in sight, I left Julian’s office, only to run into Amelia as I was about to step into the elevator. 

“Eva, I think we need to talk,” she said, her face still emotionless but her eyes gleaming with confidence. 

I had a feeling I knew what she wanted to discuss, but I didn’t want to satisfy her. 

“There’s nothing to talk about. Let’s keep our conversations to a minimum.” 

I had once trusted her to keep my secret, but now that trust felt like a betrayal. She had taken everything from me–my secret, my husband. What was there left to say? 

Just as I was about to step into the elevator, she blocked my way. 

“Eva, do you really want to watch as everything Leonard has worked for gets taken from him? Do you want to see Harmon Group fall apart?” 

She was still trying to get under my skin, but her next words stopped me. “Let’s talk