No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 334

Claudia raised an eyebrow. "York told me himself, of course. If you don't believe me, go ask him."

Ann's legs went weak, and she stumbled back against the office door with a dull thud.

Flustered, she turned and fled the room.

Both that old hag Wendy and this witch Claudia said York had told them himself. It had to be true.

York had promised her. Why would he suddenly reveal the truth about the child's parentage?

She had to find York and demand an answer.

After Ann left, Claudia went straight to Gideon Harvest. Citing a personal conflict with Ann that could lead to misjudgment and misdiagnosis, she refused to treat Ann or any of her relatives.

Gideon was unconditionally supportive. "Don't worry. Even if she comes to our hospital in the future, she won't be able to book an appointment with you."

"You took a week off," Gideon asked. "Is everything at home settled?"

Claudia didn't hide it from him. "I lost the baby. The divorce will still take some time."

Gideon comforted her. "Mr. Ferguson gave up a diamond for a piece of glass. He'll regret giving you up for the rest of his life."

Claudia didn't care what happened to York. All she wanted was a divorce.

Meanwhile, in the CEO's office at Ferguson Group.

After showing Ann in, Mark tactfully excused himself.

The moment the office door closed, Ann burst into tears.

She confronted York, "York, your mother came to see me last night. She kicked me and my son out of the house. She said you were the one who told her Ethan isn't a Ferguson. Is that true?"

York stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his tall, lean frame dressed in black trousers and a white shirt with black sleeve garters.

"My debt to you is paid. If you don't agree, then from this day forward, I will have nothing more to do with you. You'll be at my grandfather's mercy."

Ann felt as if she'd been plunged into hell. All her careful scheming had come to nothing.

Now, with Claudia's miscarriage, York was full of remorse and wanted nothing more to do with her. The Ferguson elders knew Ethan wasn't his son. If that old tyrant woke up, he would surely blame her for everything. He would be even crueler than he was six years ago; he would skin her alive.

She couldn't stay in Capital City. She had to leave, immediately.

Ann blurted out, "York, I'll leave!"

York nodded.

Just as he finished writing the check and was about to hand it to her, Mark knocked and hurried in.

Mark shot a complicated look at Ann before approaching York's desk. He leaned in and whispered a few words in York's ear.