Chapter 299

Prescott Ellington's eyes surged with a sharp, burning fury in an instant. His hands on the steering wheel clenched tighter with every passing second, veins bulging under pale knuckles. The tension in his fists felt like he was trying to throttle someone—her. Those bloodshot eyes didn’t budge from Camila Harrington. He saw her smiling while taking Lottie gently from Sullivan Fletcher's arms, saw that soft profile that used to look at him with cold detachment now completely transformed—with warmth, affection, and that tender smile that made his insides twist. To him, that smile was sickeningly sweet—so beautiful it drove him insane. Damn her. How could she smile like that at another man? Three years. Had she been with Sullivan this whole time? And Lottie—was she their daughter? The mere thought had his fury boiling over, the surge of jealousy and suspicion nearly drowning him. Those clenched fists trembled with rage, eyes red with ice-cold hatred, brows drawn so tight it looked painful.