Chapter 188

Natasha Blackwood stormed toward Cassandra, her eyes narrowing at the younger woman's heavy makeup. Without warning, she delivered a stinging slap across Cassandra's face. "You shameless little tramp! How dare you grope my husband in public?"

Cassandra's usual haughty demeanor shattered instantly. She clutched her reddening cheek, stammering, "I... I didn't..."

A crowd began gathering at the commotion.

Vincent Blackwood panicked at the sight of potential paparazzi. He grabbed his wife's arm. "Darling, this is a hospital! Let's discuss this privately!"

Natasha jerked away violently. "Why should I care about privacy when you clearly don't care about fidelity?"

"Please, sweetheart—"

"Remember our prenup?" Natasha hissed. "One proven affair means immediate divorce with you walking away penniless. And now I find out you have a grown daughter?"

Vincent waved his hands frantically. "She's not my daughter! Just my goddaughter!"

Natasha shoved a DNA report in his face. "Explain this then!"

Vincent paled. It was the same test Victoria Blackwood had forced him and Cassandra to take.

"How... how did you get this?"

"Did you really think you could keep this secret forever?" Natasha spat. "Not only do you have an illegitimate child, but you made her your film's lead actress! Planning to replace me with her homewrecker mother?"

"Darling, I swear—"

Inside the nearby ward, Evelyn Whitmore leaned casually against the doorframe, watching the drama unfold. When the confrontation reached its peak, she turned back with feigned concern. "Dad, Aunt Victoria... Cassandra's in trouble. Some woman just slapped her and now she's sobbing hysterically."

"What?" Victoria's sickly pallor vanished as she bolted upright.

Gregory Whitmore initially showed concern, but his expression darkened when he noticed Victoria's suspiciously quick recovery.

Realizing her mistake, Victoria immediately clutched her forehead. "Gregory, help me up. We need to see who's attacking our daughter!"

"Easy now," Gregory said distractedly, helping her up without further suspicion.

In the hallway, Natasha had Cassandra by the hair while bystanders filmed the spectacle. Vincent stood helplessly to the side, covering his face.

"Release my daughter this instant!" Victoria shrieked as they arrived.

Gregory's face darkened at seeing Cassandra manhandled. "Assaulting someone in a hospital? Let her go or I'm calling the police!"

Cassandra wept dramatically. "Mom! Dad! Help me!"

Natasha whirled toward Victoria. "So you're the whore who spawned this bastard?"

Victoria flinched. "How dare you—"

"I'm Natasha Blackwood! You homewrecking slut! You have your own husband yet you seduced mine?"

Victoria's confidence evaporated. She forced a smile. "Mrs. Blackwood! This is all a misunderstanding! Let's discuss this privately—"

"Misunderstanding?" Natasha threw the DNA report at her. "This proves your daughter is my husband's child! How dare you lie to my face?"

Gregory snatched the document. His face turned ashen. "Victoria... what the hell is this?"

Victoria ignored him, pleading with Natasha. "No, no! My daughter is Gregory's child! Please, you're mistaken!"

Natasha scoffed. "The test results don't lie. You're both disgusting!"