Chapter 322: The Shrill Voice Pierced Through the Hallway

"My daughter is hospitalized after a miscarriage, and the Holloway family can't even show their faces? Have you no conscience?"

"Back when my daughter was pregnant, you couldn't wait to fawn over her. Now that the baby's gone, you're turning your backs? Is this how the Holloway family treats people?"

The shrill voice pierced through the hallway, drawing curious glances from the wealthy ladies in the private dining room.

Catherine Holloway's elegant updo had come undone as a middle-aged woman gripped her collar, screaming obscenities.

The socialites exchanged knowing looks.

Donna Russo raised her voice louder as the crowd grew. "Everyone, hear this! The Holloway heir played with my daughter's feelings and abandoned her after getting her pregnant!"

"My innocent girl's life is ruined! We demand justice today!"

She rolled up her sleeves, ready for a fight.

"Film this and post it online! Let the whole country see the Holloway family's true colors! This is what Catherine Holloway raised!"

Trevor Russo blocked the approaching staff and aimed his phone at Catherine.

"Serves you right! How dare you bully my sister!"

Catherine shielded her face in humiliation, struggling to break free from Donna's grasp.

"Stop recording! Your daughter has no self-respect—why blame my son?"

"I've been more than generous! She caused her own miscarriage! Keep this up and I'll call the police!"

Donna sneered. "Go ahead! Let the police settle this!"

"We country folk aren't afraid of shame. But I wonder if the prestigious Holloway family can afford the scandal?"

Catherine paled instantly.

The words struck her weakest point.

"You're not leaving without an answer today! Trevor, block her!"

"How dare you—"

Trevor advanced with a vicious grin. "Try me."

"Get away! Don't touch me!" Catherine shrieked.

At the critical moment, her driver burst in with security, escorting her to the car.

Trevor stomped in frustration. "Mom, she got away!"

Donna narrowed her eyes. "She can't run forever. Let's return to the hospital."

"That place reeks. Can't we go somewhere else?" Trevor wrinkled his nose at his sleeve.

"Once we get the compensation, you can stay wherever you want!"

Trevor grinned. "My sister sure has good taste..."

That woman had been decked in designer brands—her family was clearly loaded.

* * *

Grant Holloway had spent the past week in the south handling a corporate crisis without a single appearance.

He took work calls but set his personal phone to Do Not Disturb.

Only when documents piled up, requiring his signature, did he finally return.

The moment his plane landed and he disabled airplane mode, Catherine's call came through within two minutes.

"Hello, Mom..."