Chapter 246

The body of Yvette Warren was discovered at the scene after she leaped from her apartment. Madam Victoria and Richard rushed to the police station to assist with the investigation.

Madam Victoria had already been devastated when her grandson was imprisoned, and now Yvette was gone. She hadn’t even had a moment to grieve before collapsing.

Nathan escorted Evelyn to the hospital, where York and Lydia were waiting.

The moment Lydia spotted Evelyn, she lunged forward, gripping her collar with trembling fingers. Tears streamed down her face as she screamed, "This is all your fault! My mother is dead because of you! You did this!"

Nathan’s expression darkened instantly. He shoved Lydia away and shielded Evelyn with his arm. "Don’t you dare blame her for everything."

"It is her! She’s the reason Henry is in prison. She’s the reason my mother is gone. She’s cursed!" Lydia’s voice cracked with hysteria.

"Lydia, enough!" York pulled his daughter back, forcing a strained smile at Nathan. "Forgive her, Mr. Goldmann. She’s not in her right mind."

Nathan remained impassive.

Evelyn stood silently, her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. She had never liked Yvette, but she had never wished for her death.

"Look at her! She won’t even deny it!" Lydia shrieked. "She’s a murderer!"

Only someone as ruthless as Evelyn would seek revenge against her own family.

Evelyn pressed her lips together, a thought suddenly striking her. "Dad, where’s Laura?"

At the mention of Laura, York’s expression flickered for a fraction of a second.

Richard, seemingly indifferent to Laura’s absence, shrugged. "No idea."

Evelyn lowered her gaze, then asked quietly, "Where exactly did Yvette jump from?"

Richard hesitated but didn’t answer.

Lydia sneered. "Why do you care? Haven’t you done enough damage?"

Evelyn met Lydia’s glare. "If I were you, I wouldn’t believe Yvette was the type to take her own life."

She turned on her heel. "Instead of wasting time here, I’ll find out what really happened."

Nathan followed without hesitation.

Evelyn strode through the hospital corridors, her pace quickening until Nathan caught her wrist. "Zoe."

She stopped but didn’t turn around. He could feel her trembling.

Nathan stepped in front of her, tilting her chin up. "Zoe, I know this wasn’t your fault."

"It wasn’t me," she whispered, "but it’s still connected to me." Her eyes were shadowed with guilt. She refused to believe Yvette would kill herself over a single photograph—yet it had led to her death.

Nathan cupped her face, his voice steady. "Evelyn, I know you never meant for this to happen. You said you wanted to investigate, didn’t you?"

He squeezed her hands gently. "If you feel responsible, then find the truth. I’ll be right beside you."

Evelyn’s breath hitched. His words—I’ll be right beside you—were the anchor she needed to steady herself.

Yes. She would uncover the truth. Because one thing didn’t make sense—if Yvette had received that photo in Cornelia, why would she come all the way to Bassburge to end her life?

And if she were Yvette, who would she turn to after seeing that photo?

Laura.