Chapter 380

Evelyn waved her hand dismissively. "Alright, I've covered all your expenses for the year. You really need to find a job. Even if you refuse to live like a socialite, you can't just be a freeloader forever."

Though the words stung, Sophia managed a bright smile. "I know it's embarrassing that you always have to bail me out, but I also know you do it because you care. Don't worry, I'll start job hunting this week!"

Meanwhile, at the Goldmann estate...

"Grandfather, you have to believe me—I had nothing to do with it."

Rosalind stood behind Theodore with her head bowed, playing the role of the wounded victim perfectly.

Theodore studied her carefully. "I want to believe you, Rosalind. But I need you to answer one question truthfully."

She pressed her lips together and nodded.

His voice turned grave. "Were you involved in the near-fatal incident with the children?"

Theodore could overlook many things, but the safety of his great-grandchildren was non-negotiable.

Rosalind shook her head vehemently, fists clenched. "It wasn't me. It was Vivian—Evelyn's stepsister. They've always despised each other. If I'd known Vivian was behind it, I never would have helped her off the streets."

Her remorse seemed genuine, but the absolute trust Theodore once had in her wavered. He exhaled sharply. "Remember this—I can protect you, but if I discover you had any part in harming those children, there will be no forgiveness."

Rosalind left the study, her tense shoulders finally relaxing. But her eyes remained icy.

She needed to redirect Theodore's suspicions—fast.

Midnight.

Rain lashed against the windows as a sleek black car cut through the storm. Nathan sat in the backseat, his expression darker than the night outside.

Oliver glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Mr. Goldmann, I traced the account holder. It's the brother of the man we interrogated earlier."

"Where is he now?" Nathan's voice was eerily calm.

"At the military camp." Oliver hesitated. "He's... someone we know."

Nathan's gaze turned glacial. He said nothing.

Then, headlights flashed in the side mirrors.

"We're being followed," Nathan observed.

Oliver tightened his grip on the wheel. "I see them." He accelerated.

Blue Bay Villa.

Evelyn stepped out of the shower, towel-drying her hair. The rain had intensified, pounding against the windows.

Nathan had left hours ago for urgent business—why wasn't he back yet?

Her fingers trembled as she dialed his number. No answer.

She tried Oliver next. The moment he picked up, she demanded, "Where's Nathan?"

Oliver's reply made her blood run cold. She hung up, changed swiftly, and grabbed an umbrella before rushing out.

At the hospital, Evelyn sprinted down the corridor, spotting Oliver near the surgical wing. She seized his arm. "What happened? Where is he? Is he hurt?"

Oliver opened his mouth, but a familiar deep voice cut in from behind them.

"I'm right here."

Evelyn whirled around. Nathan stood there unharmed, his broad shoulders casting a shadow as he strode forward and pulled her into his arms.