<h4>Chapter 433: He Found Out</h4>


    Eric answered the call, but the line was abruptly disconnected.


    Must’ve been a wrong number, he thought with a slight shrug. Eric didn’t have much affection for Luke, but since he was E’s "big brother," he kept a wary eye on him.


    Meanwhile, in the ninth-floor VIP ward corridor, Lucas snatched Luke’s phone from him with a cold expression.


    The call Luke had been trying to make to Eric was cut off by Lucas before it even connected.


    "Luke, what’s wrong with you? Were you trying to tell Eric about E’s condition?" Lucas’s voice was grave.


    Luke’s eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a cold, bitterugh. "Father, you’ve always been rational. How can you justify hiding E’s illness from Eric? She’s nning to have this child—she’s running straight toward death!"


    Lucas shook his head. "It’s slow-progressing... She might actually be able to deliver the baby!"


    "I’m against it! If she’s treated, she could live another five or ten years. Why are you letting her do this?" Luke demanded breathlessly, his voice filled with frustration.


    Lucas responded with a bitterugh. "Do you think I want this? This is her decision! Living five years or living two makes no difference to her!"


    Luke took a deep breath, his hands trembling.


    For the first time, father and son were at odds, their opinions shing sharply.


    "If that’s how you feel, I won’t argue with you anymore," Luke said, turning and storming away.


    Lucas stood frozen in the hallway, his figure heavy with sorrow. Shaking his head in pain, he murmured, "I don’t want this either..."


    That night, for the first time, Luke let go of his restraint. He drank heavily, partied with bodyguards, and ended up at a nightclub, attracting swarms of reporters.


    Typically careful with his public image, Luke didn’t care this time. He just wanted to drown his anguish in alcohol.


    The next morning, Luke, the heir to the Anderson family,nded on the front page of the entertainment section.


    Handsome, wealthy, and powerful, Luke’s wild night quickly drewparisons to Eric.


    Despite having a well-connected adoptive father, Luke had always been a man of impressive personal achievements. Until now, he’d managed to avoid scandals or tabloid drama.


    Tiffany sat in her living room, reading the entertainment headlines with a smirk. Her crimson-painted nails tapped lightly on a stack of photos on the table—pictures of Lucas and Luke, both visibly distressed.


    "Happy now? Even Country W’s Lucas is being crushed under your games," a man said mockingly in fluent Country W dialect.


    Tiffany scoffed, narrowing her eyes. "This isn’t my doing—it’s her karma. But... if she knew she was being torn apart daily by my fans online, would she lose the baby? Hard to believe someone who’s terminally ill is still bent on having a child, as if the doctors here are miracle workers."


    "A woman having a child for the man she loves isn’t unreasonable," the man repliedzily, sipping his wine. "Besides, she might have two or three years left. Some slow-progressing tumors don’t affect the baby much if untreated, right?"


    The man’s knowledge was superficial, and he seemed indifferent, lounging as he enjoyed his drink.


    "Who cares? She’s as good as dead anyway. I wouldn’t mind making her death even more miserable and painful. Find a nurse to leak something," Tiffany said with a coldugh, her eyes gleaming with malice.


    Her satisfaction grew as she imagined E’s suffering. She didn’t even need to lift a finger—E’s fate was sealed.


    The thought filled Tiffany with twisted glee, though she knew her true objective was to pile on E’s agony. That, after all, was what she truly wanted.


    The next morning, as two nurses entered E’s room for a routine check-up, they "identally" let slip a remark about Tiffany.


    E’s face darkened instantly, but she said nothing.


    Realizing their slip-up, the nurses quickly mped their mouths shut and left the room in a hurry.


    E let out a coldugh and instructed the two bodyguards stationed outside, "Keep an eye on those two nurses discreetly. Confirm their identities and report back to Mr. Anderson."


    The bodyguards, being Eric’s men, were highly vignt. It was clear these women had intentionally mentioned Tiffany to provoke E.


    None of the regr nurses had been so indiscreet, especially since Lucas had given them strict instructions.


    These two, however, had been rmingly casual. They had to be nts.


    "No problem, ma’am," one of the bodyguards replied.


    E took a deep breath, visibly weary, as Mia looked on with concern. "What’s wrong, E? Are you alright?"


    E shook her head and leaned back against the sofa, tossing her book aside carelessly.


    Mia’s gaze lingered on the discarded *Parenting Guide*. A pang of sorrow struck her—E was on the brink of death, yet she still had the heart to read something like that?


    But Mia didn’t know the full extent of E’s condition. She only noticed the grim expressions Lucas and Luke wore every day, in stark contrast to Eric’s joy, as if he werepletely oblivious to what was going on.


    After all, Eric was about to be a father.


    Meanwhile, Tiffany eagerly awaited news from the hospital. When she heard that E had miscarried, she could hardly contain her glee.


    Laughing in delight, she immediately drafted an anonymous email to someone:


    "Spread the word about E’s miscarriage and brain tumor—make it big!"


    After hitting send, Tiffany felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Her entire body rxed, reveling in the sess of her schemes.


    Coming back under a new identity, she thought, had been one of the best decisions she’d ever made.


    "Women’s hatred—it’s truly terrifying," remarked the man nearby with a wry smile.


    Tiffany smirked smugly. "Don’t talk as if men’s hatred isn’t just as frightening. I remember that male teacher... used by someone and now rotting in prison."


    The man let out a coldugh, choosing not to engage further.


    Lighting a cigarette, his tone grew icy. "You don’t need to act anymore. Let me deal with him."


    Tiffany leaned against him with feigned sweetness. "Why? Are you jealous?"


    "If you mess this up, I’m not willing to sacrifice you," the man replied coldly.


    His chilling words sent an involuntary shiver down Tiffany’s spine.


    She forced a docile smile. "I won’t. I’ll behave from now on. I’m still the great leading actress, after all."


    The man gave a dismissive snort, tilting her chin up. His grip tightened painfully, making Tiffany wince and tremble under his hold.


    At the same time, Eric caught wind of the rumors and abandoned his meeting to rush to the hospital.


    Storming into Room 909, Eric flung the door open. Inside, E was lying on the bed, her face full of sorrow as Mia gently offered her a ss of water.


    "E! Why have you been hiding this from me?" Eric demanded, his breath ragged, his eyes filled with icy anguish.


    Lucas stepped forward, quickly grabbing Eric’s arm to restrain him from acting out of emotion.