I stood there without saying a word.
Those words just felt nauseatingly familiar.
My mother took a deep breath, as if recalling something, and spoke urgently, “Julian, Evangeline is coming back from Saint Madeleine today to celebrate Madam Callahan’s birthday. Hurry and call her—tell her not to come.”
“If Aria sees Evangeline, with her vindictive personality, she’ll definitely bully Evangeline.”
My father immediately echoed her. “Yes, call her. Don’t let her come.”
His brows were tightly-knit—he was already worried.
But in my mind, an image I couldn’t suppress surfaced: Evangeline at the police station.
Disheveled. Broken. Almost unrecognizable.
My heart sank heavily.
Rhett’s methods… were indeed ruthless.
How could he drive Evangeline to that state?
I opened my mouth, wanting t
