Chapter 69

10 Hours Earlier...

Eleanor paced the hospital room, her both hands on her waist. Alexander's words kept replaying in her head.

"In the next 48 hours, you will cancel the engagement and take all the blame."

She clenched her fists. That snitch. How could he use the truth against her? That was low—even for him.

She exhaled sharply, forcing herself to think logically. She had two choices.

Expose Alexander, refuse his demand, and risk losing everything if the truth about her birth was revealed.

Or do as he said, end the engagement, take the blame, and protect her position as the Whitmore heiress.

There was no real choice.

Losing the Whitmore name? The wealth? The power? No, she wouldn't allow that. Being the Whitmore heiress was far more important than being engaged to that asshole.

Then her eyes darted to the clock on the wall. 8:55 PM.