Chapter 405

Eleanor Kingsley and Evelyn Sinclair both gasped when Ethan Blackwood spoke up.

As a designer herself, Eleanor could perfectly replicate Evelyn's distinctive birthmark on the paper.

Evelyn wondered if Alexander had ever glimpsed the mark when she wasn't paying attention.

"Where did you see this butterfly, Ethan?" Eleanor crouched down, her shimmering eyes alight with desperate hope.

"Why are you distributing so many missing person flyers, Mrs. Montgomery? Are you searching for your daughter?" Evelyn deftly redirected the conversation.

Eleanor nodded fervently. "I've posted online ads too, but these flyers are another avenue. I'd try anything to find my child!"

Her voice trembled with raw, aching sincerity.

She truly longed to be reunited with her lost daughter.

Evelyn felt her heart constrict painfully in her chest.

'Maybe my parents weren't cruel after all. Maybe they were just pawns in Victoria's schemes.'

'They were manipulated through their desperation to find me.'

'And yet...'

"Tell Grandma, Ethan," Eleanor pressed urgently. "Where did you see this butterfly before?"

Snapping from her thoughts, Evelyn moved to intervene—but Ethan's clear voice rang out first. "On Evie."

Evelyn's pulse skyrocketed.

Eleanor froze. "Evie? You mean Evelyn Sinclair?"

Ethan nodded, then pointed precisely to the small of Evelyn's back. "Right here. That's where Evie's butterfly is."

Silence.

Absolute stillness.

Evelyn never imagined Ethan would have seen her birthmark.

The boy had only been two when she "died" three years ago. His memory was astonishingly sharp.

"W-What...?" Eleanor swayed dangerously, her vision darkening.

As if her bones had turned to water, Eleanor started collapsing.

Evelyn lunged forward, catching her just before she hit the ground. "Mrs. Montgomery! Are you alright?"

Eleanor's face had gone ghostly pale. Her vacant eyes streamed endless tears as her entire body locked in shock.

"Mrs. Montgomery?"

"Hiss—" Eleanor clutched her chest with a pained gasp. "So that's why... Now I understand..." Her trembling lips formed a name through the tears. "Evelyn..."

Evelyn's bitter smile mirrored her stinging eyes.

What cruel irony that this revelation came too late.

Eleanor fainted the moment the name left her lips.

Evelyn rushed Eleanor to the hospital after entrusting Ethan to his preschool teacher.

William Montgomery arrived shortly after, frantic with worry.

Unaware of what caused his wife's collapse, he paced anxiously outside the treatment room.

After signing the discharge papers, Evelyn approached the distraught man with a composed smile. "Mr. Montgomery, your wife will be fine. There's no need to worry."

William thanked her as she handed over the medical report.

His concern deepened when he read the diagnosis: acute emotional distress.

"Distress? What could have upset Eleanor so suddenly?"