Chapter 353

Nathan's lips pressed into a thin line. So it had been Rosalind who brought him that photo back then.

"Winifred took that picture?" The realization hit him like a cold splash of water.

"Nathan?" Evelyn's voice pulled him from his thoughts.

He blinked. "Yes?"

Her clear eyes searched his face, concern flickering in them. "What's wrong?"

A frown creased her forehead as suspicion crept in. "You didn't have someone spying on me at the training camp, did you?"

His thumb brushed her cheek gently. "Chloe and Harrison kept me updated about everything that happened there. But Rosalind was the one who told me about... you and Felix."

"Rosalind?"

Evelyn's gaze dropped.

So Winifred had been Rosalind's informant inside the camp.

Now it made sense—why Rosalind had won the ring and sought her out. She had deliberately planted that misunderstanding between Evelyn and Nathan, using Felix as leverage.

"Winifred's death... could it be connected to her?"

Evelyn didn't have proof, but the way Rosalind had distanced herself from Winifred after her death was unsettling. She acted as if Winifred had never existed.

And if Winifred hadn't been the one to release the pit viper, then someone else had framed her. Someone who knew about their feud and wanted Evelyn dead—while making it look like Winifred's doing.

Who stood to gain the most from Evelyn's death?

No one else came to mind except the woman who had been tirelessly trying to tear her and Nathan apart.

Nathan studied her expression. "You suspect Rosalind, don't you?"

Evelyn exhaled slowly. "I know I shouldn't jump to conclusions without evidence. But too many things don't add up. Winifred's death is suspicious, and when I piece it all together..."

Nathan's jaw tightened. Winifred had died in a restricted area of the camp. Whoever killed her must have known the layout well—someone like Rosalind, who had full access.

"Even if she is involved, we can't act without proof," he said quietly. "My grandfather trusts her. The Summers have been allies to the Goldmanns for generations."

Evelyn bit her lip, her lashes casting shadows over her eyes.

He was right.

Even if Rosalind was guilty, Theodore would never allow her to face consequences. Not with the history between their families.

"But there's one thing that might be connected to her," Nathan murmured.

Evelyn looked up. "What?"

"It was Rosalind who convinced my grandfather to visit your father that day. She must have poisoned his mind against you." His voice darkened. "And right after he left, your father was attacked. Vivian confessed—a woman put her up to it."

After Nathan had shot Vivian in the limbs, she had spilled everything to avoid exile.

Evelyn's blood ran cold.

Vivian had claimed full responsibility before, but now the truth was clear—someone had been pulling her strings.

"So that woman is—"

"Zoe," Nathan cut in, his grip firm on her hand. "You don't need to worry. I have a plan."