Chapter Eighty

“Yeah. You said it was urgent,” Liam affirmed as he gazed at her too, with great curiosity lurking in his heart, while trying to get it in control of its rapid beats that awaited the words he had imagined over and over in his head that she would say to him.

He had wondered endlessly what she wanted to tell him.

“Marry Evelyn, and take over the hospital. It wouldn't be nice if you lost your inheritance,” she muttered briefly as she carried her eyes away from him, her words skipping so fast, like it would hurt her to say them slowly.

“What are you talking about?” Liam questioned, his eyebrows jumping in surprise as his forehead knotted in confusion. Immediately, he realized that Evelyn had informed her again of the threat his father had made to him, so that she would pressure him to obey.

“Don't you want to take over your inheritance? Do you want to lose what is rightfully yours over something so trivial?” Nadia asked him sternly, her heart beating so erratically, and her voice tre