Chapter 328

Nathan glanced at Evelyn, his expression unreadable. "It's true," he admitted, his voice steady. "But this burden is mine to bear. Had I known she was pregnant back then, I would never have let her walk away."

Evelyn's breath hitched.

Is Nathan really taking responsibility for what happened six years ago? He didn't even know me back then...

The female reporter pressed on. "So, have the two of you ever dated?"

Nathan's fingers intertwined with Evelyn's, his lips curving into a confident smile. "We never had the chance to date properly, but I fell for Zoe the moment I saw her. She's the only woman for me."

Thump. Thump.

Evelyn's pulse quickened.

The reporter's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Does that mean the children are yours?"

Nathan's grip on Evelyn's hand tightened. "Yes, but you're mistaken. There aren't just two—Zoe has given me three beautiful children."

The reporter blinked in surprise. "Why keep it a secret until now?"

Nathan's tone turned firm. "Because we wanted to protect them from unnecessary scrutiny. I won't tolerate anyone slandering my wife or my children online."

The reporter hesitated before asking, "But you two aren't married yet, are you?"

Nathan's gaze sharpened. "We've already set a date. We simply chose to keep it private. I expect the media to respect our boundaries."

The live broadcast ended, sparking a wave of sympathy across social media. Netizens rallied behind Evelyn, condemning the harassment she and the children had endured. Even the viral clip of Evelyn slapping the fan resurfaced, drawing heated debates.

Back at Soul Jewelry Studio, Gregory approached Evelyn with a tablet. "Zoe, I've identified the ringleaders of the hate group. They've organized over a thousand members."

Evelyn accepted the tablet with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Uncle Gregory. I'll handle the rest."

Once alone, Evelyn scrolled through the list of names before forwarding it to Edmund. Within minutes, he traced every IP address, attaching detailed personal information.

Evelyn drove to an internet café near Nancy Street. The manager frowned when she asked, "Does a young man named Tyler Lawrence frequent this place?"

"Tyler? That troublemaker?" The manager scoffed. "He's usually here causing problems. Who's asking?"

Evelyn smiled faintly. "I'm his cousin."

The manager's expression shifted. This delinquent has a cousin like her?

"He's not here today," he admitted. "Probably at the arcade across the street."

Evelyn thanked him and crossed the road.

Two teenagers with dyed hair stumbled out of the arcade, laughing.

Evelyn stepped in their path.

They blinked at her. "You talking to us?"

Did a goddess just stop us?

Evelyn tilted her head. "Do you know Tyler Lawrence?"

The blond one stiffened. "I'm Tyler. What do you want?"

Evelyn's smile turned razor-sharp. "So, you're the admin of that hate group?"