Chapter 328

Evelyn released Alexander's hand with a soft smile. "I'll wait here for you."

"Alright." Alexander gave a brief nod before turning away.

Margaret and Eleanor trailed behind him as he stepped out of the estate gates.

Watching Victoria walk off with Alexander, Evelyn's lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

Victoria, what I have in store for you is far worse than this.

Don’t disappoint me by breaking too soon.

"If Evelyn had even half your boldness, that child would still be here," Henry Blackwood murmured from behind her.

Evelyn's chest tightened at the unexpected warmth in his voice—a rare glimpse of care she hadn’t felt in years.

She turned to face him, her smile gentle. "If you don’t mind, Grandfather, you can think of me as Evelyn."

Henry studied her face—so hauntingly similar—and shook his head with regret.

"No matter how alike you look, it’s just resemblance. At the end of the day, you’re not my granddaughter-in-law."

"Perhaps soon," Evelyn countered lightly. "Alexander said he wants to marry me. I’m considering it."

"What?!" Margaret Blackwood stormed down the stairs, her face twisted in outrage. "Alexander wants to marry you? Weren’t you engaged to Sebastian?"

"That engagement is over."

Margaret’s eyes bulged. "I won’t allow this! Just looking at you irritates me. You resemble that wretched Evelyn too much—you’re nothing but bad luck!"

"Enough!" Henry snapped, his voice sharp. "Evelyn was still your daughter-in-law. Even in death, she remains a Blackwood!"

His glare darkened. "And need I remind you? All the past chaos was Victoria’s doing. If you can’t see that, you’re truly blind."

Margaret clenched her jaw but didn’t dare argue further.

Henry turned back to Evelyn, his tone grave. "Miss Prescott, think carefully about who you marry. It’s not a game. Choose wrong, and you might end up like Evelyn—with no way back."

With that, he ascended the stairs, leaving Margaret seething.

She leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper. "Listen well, Vivian Prescott. I will never allow Alexander to marry you. Unless the dead rise, you’ll never set foot in this house as his wife!"

Evelyn laughed, her gaze piercing. "Then keep your eyes open. You might just witness a resurrection."

Margaret recoiled at the eerie glint in Evelyn’s eyes. Before she could retort, Evelyn had already turned away.

At the gates, Evelyn saw Victoria climb into a car, tears streaking her face as she drove off. Alexander approached, his expression cold—until his eyes landed on Evelyn.

Instantly, the ice in his features thawed.

Just seeing her face soothed him.

"Tired? I’ll take you home."

"Alright."

Evelyn didn’t ask what had transpired between him and Victoria.

She assumed he meant her apartment, but the car rolled to a stop in his villa’s garage instead.

"I won’t have you living with Sebastian anymore. From today, you stay here. With me."

Evelyn leaned against the car, eyeing the villa with feigned distaste.

"This was your home with your late wife. If you’re serious about marrying me, shouldn’t you buy a new place? I refuse to live in a house haunted by death."

At the word death, Alexander’s brows furrowed. His gaze locked onto hers, intense and unreadable.

"She’s not dead."