Chapter 278

"If Evelyn is a witch, then what does that make your precious daughter?" Evelyn scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"She conspired with an outsider to kidnap her own son and framed me for it. Have you forgotten?" She crossed her arms, her gaze sharp. "Or how about when she stole someone’s bracelet just to paint me as a thief? Tell me, Eleanor, who’s the real monster here?"

"You—!" Eleanor was left speechless, her face flushing with anger.

"I didn’t! I never did those things!" Victoria protested, tears streaming down her cheeks. She bit her trembling lip, looking every bit the victim. "Vivian Prescott, why are you doing this? You’ve already turned Alexander against me. You ruined my face. What more do you want? Do I have to die for you to be satisfied? Fine! I’ll jump!"

"No, Victoria!"

"Victoria, don’t!"

Eleanor and William lunged forward in panic, but Evelyn merely rolled her eyes.

"Go ahead. Stop wasting time." She smirked, watching the flicker of hesitation in Victoria’s expression. "What’s the hold-up? Jump already."

"You—!"

"Did you really think I’d fall for this act? You’d never risk your own life. You’re just waiting for Alexander so you can play the victim again."

"..."

Victoria’s face paled, then twisted in fury. She hadn’t expected Evelyn to see right through her.

Eleanor and William turned on Evelyn, shoving her violently. "Vivian Prescott, how dare you push her like this? You’re heartless!"

William raised his hand to strike her.

But just then, Evelyn caught Victoria glancing at Margaret. Then, with a dramatic sob, Victoria wailed, "Mom, Dad, forgive me! I’ll see you in the next life!"

"Victoria!" Margaret’s scream shattered the air.

William’s hand froze mid-swing. He and Eleanor spun around—just in time to see a flutter of white fabric vanish over the edge.

Victoria had jumped.

"Victoria!" Eleanor and William howled in horror, rushing toward the railing.

Evelyn barely spared them a glance, more concerned they might topple over in their panic.

She had seen Victoria eyeing Margaret earlier. This was all a performance. That woman would never throw her life away.

She was certain.

But before she could confirm, footsteps echoed behind her.

She turned—and met Alexander’s stormy gaze.

Margaret lunged at him, sobbing hysterically. "Alexander, you’re too late! Victoria jumped! It’s all her fault—Vivian Prescott pushed her to do it! My Victoria! My baby!"

Evelyn watched as Alexander’s expression darkened. "What did you say? Victoria jumped?"

"It’s all because of her!" Margaret pointed a shaking finger at Evelyn.

Alexander’s piercing stare locked onto Evelyn, who remained unfazed. Then, without a word, he strode past her toward the railing where Eleanor and William stood.