Chapter 566
No.1
And as for her...
"How did Melissa Lee find out about your secret marriage?" Winston smoothly changed the subject. "Who else knows?"
"She's just a pawn." Evelyn's gaze turned icy.
Who else but Isabella Winslow?
......
On the third day, Madeline Kingsley finally received visiting permission.
She wrung her hands nervously. "I wanted to bring soup, but the kitchen is still being inspected..."
No.2
Evelyn listened in silence.
Madeline hesitated. "What did the doctors say?"
"They advised rest."
"Well..." Madeline's eyes darted around. "Have you and Alexander considered adoption?"
The air froze.
"Isabella's child?" Evelyn cut straight to the point.
Madeline waved her hands frantically. "I refused! When she sent that message, I blocked the contact immediately—"
No.3
"I'm tired." Evelyn closed her eyes.
But Madeline persisted. "Feelings fade, but children are forever—"
"Grandmother." Alexander's voice could have frosted glass.
The Kingsley family stood at the doorway.
The Patriarch's face was stormy.
"Bring him in," Alexander commanded.
Police escorted a middle-aged man into the room.
No.4
Evelyn's pupils contracted sharply.
Evelyn Sinclair's gaze locked onto the middle-aged man's face. A strange sense of familiarity washed over her.
Memories sliced through the fog like lightning.
Her fingers clenched involuntarily.
"You know him, Evelyn?" Eleanor Kingsley grabbed her hand urgently.
Worry and fury swirled in the older woman's eyes.
Evelyn drew a deep breath.
No.5
The Kingsley family remained the one tie she couldn't sever.
"I've seen him before." Her voice came out hoarse. "At the airport months ago. He nearly ran me over."
Patriarch Kingsley slammed his palm on the table. "The same man?"
Understanding dawned on Evelyn instantly.
It was identical.
"Last time he drove a black van," she stated calmly.
Eleanor turned to Alexander Kingsley. "You confirmed this?"
No.6
Alexander's razor-sharp gaze swept the room before landing on Madeline Kingsley's ashen face.
"Let him speak for himself."
The middle-aged man trembled like a leaf. "I—I was paid—"
"Louder!" A police officer barked.
The driver flinched. "The Winslows! Their butler approached me—"
"The first time I couldn't bring myself to kill—"
"This time they threatened me—said they'd smuggle me abroad—"
No.7
"Which Winslow family?" The officer pressed.
"Winwell Ventures in Kingsbury!" The words tumbled out.
Madeline staggered, gripping the table edge.
Her nails dug crescent moons into her palms.
"See clearly now, Grandmother?" Alexander's voice could freeze hell.
Madeline's lips quivered. "Had I known she was this vicious—"
"Remember your vow." Alexander took a menacing step forward. "No more interference."