Chapter 1512
No.1
Her hand rested on her still-flat stomach, thoughts drifting.
"Evelyn," Penelope approached, "I've sent you the work documents."
Evelyn opened the file, immediately pointing out errors.
Penelope leaned closer, then suddenly covered her nose. "Did you change perfumes?"
"No?" Evelyn looked puzzled.
"It's so fragrant..." Evan inhaled deeply. "Like gardenias."
Evelyn's chest tightened abruptly.
No.2
This scent... something was wrong.
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Mr. Kingsley pushed open the CEO's office door.
"Dinner at home tonight." He noted his son's pallor. "Your mother's eyes are swollen from crying."
Alexander didn't look up. "Working late."
"If you ruin your health, how will you win Evelyn back?"
The pen scratched across documents.
No.3
Alexander sneered. "What's that to her?"
"Fine," Mr. Kingsley surrendered, "at least visit your grandmother."
That evening, the Kingsley mansion blazed with lights.
Alexander froze upon entry.
A strange girl sat on the sofa, her demure smile eerily familiar.
"This is the Young heiress," Madeline introduced brightly. "You met as children."
The girl peeked up shyly. "Brother Alex..."
No.4
Alexander's expression turned glacial.
Had they really found a doppelgänger resembling Evelyn?
"Grandmother." He gritted his teeth, pulling Madeline aside. "Explain this."
"Just meeting potential matches..." she prattled.
"Impossible." Alexander cut her off. "I—"
He suddenly whispered something inaudible.
"What?!" Madeline shrieked. "Say that again!"
No.5
In the dining room, Miss Young dropped her soup spoon in terror.
The Kingsley mansion descended into chaos.
"Stop right there!" The Dowager's shrill scream pierced the night. "Ungrateful boy! If you step through that door, I'll kill myself!"
Dishes clattered in the dining room as everyone scrambled to their feet.
Alexander Kingsley strode down the corridor, brushing past frantic family members.
In the parlor, the Dowager collapsed beside the leather sofa, her hair disheveled and cheeks streaked with tears.
"Mother!" Eleanor Kingsley rushed to support her.
No.6
"Let me die..." The old woman beat her chest. "What sin did I commit to raise such a monster..."
When Eleanor turned, she only saw her son's retreating back disappearing through the foyer.
The Song heiress sat rigidly through the spectacle.
As the Kingsleys summoned cars for departing guests, a doctor hurried in with his medical bag.
The Dowager was helped to bed for oxygen while the family fussed around her.
Her sobs eventually subsided, but she pressed her lips shut despite Patriarch Kingsley's anxious pacing.
Finally, she dismissed everyone except Eleanor.
No.7
"Eleanor," the Dowager rasped, "I know you dote on Evelyn. Our family wronged her. But what she's done to Alexander—I'll never forgive, even in death!"
Eleanor recoiled as if struck.
Further questions yielded only stubborn silence...
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"The Kingsleys are shopping for a new daughter-in-law." Mrs. Winslow adjusted her tea set. "The third Song girl dined with them last night."
Isabella Winslow's fingers jerked, nearly dropping her cup.