Chapter 168

Smack!

Margaret's slap didn't even graze Evelyn. Instead, her wrist was caught in a vice-like grip.

Every humiliation, every beating—Evelyn remembered them all.

The moment her vision had returned, she had vowed never to let anyone lay a hand on her again.

"Let go of me!" Margaret shrieked, thrashing in fury.

But Evelyn's grip was unyielding. Hatred had forged her strength—she was no longer the helpless victim they could torment.

"Madam, watch your tone," Evelyn said coldly. "If you're here as a customer, I'll serve you. If you're here to cause trouble, get out." Her voice was sharp, her gaze unflinching.

Margaret froze, momentarily stunned by the authority in Evelyn's stance.

Richard moved to intervene, but Evelyn was faster. She shoved Margaret's hand away with enough force to send the woman stumbling backward—straight into Richard.

He tried to dodge, but Margaret's weight sent them both crashing into a display counter. Jewelry clattered to the floor.

"Ow!" Margaret howled, then snarled, "You little witch!"

Evelyn smirked, her eyes burning with defiance.

A scratch?

After everything they'd done to her, this was nothing.

As Margaret and Richard scrambled up, a staff member picked up the shattered pieces. "You've damaged our merchandise. You'll pay for this."

"Pay? That bitch pushed me!" Margaret jabbed a finger at Evelyn. "You think you can get away with this? I'll make you regret it!"

Evelyn didn't flinch. Instead, she pulled out her phone. "Officer? Diamond Boulevard. Two unstable individuals are threatening me. One just said she wants to kill me. I need assistance immediately."

"You—you're calling the police?!" Margaret sputtered. "You think you can play innocent now? After everything we did to you? The way we broke you—"

"So you admit you tortured Evelyn Sinclair?" Evelyn arched a brow. "Who are you? Did she murder your family? Why hunt her even after her death?"

"Stop lying! You are Evelyn!"

Margaret lunged again, but security arrived just in time, restraining both her and Richard.

Moments later, police sirens wailed outside.

Victoria, waiting in her car, stiffened as officers marched in.

What had gone wrong?

Her parents were being hauled into a squad car.

An hour later, they finally emerged from the station—fuming.