Chapter 93

Victoria lifted her chin arrogantly, glaring at Evelyn with barely contained fury. The humiliation from Alexander's actions earlier that afternoon still burned through her veins.

Evelyn let out a soft, mocking laugh. "If you're so certain he only kissed me as a joke, why are you this angry? Why waste money sending me those threatening messages?"

"You—" Victoria's words caught in her throat like shards of glass.

The realization struck Evelyn like lightning. "That's why you had the Blackwood servants summon me? What exactly do you want?"

"Something important, obviously." Victoria's lips twisted into a sinister smile as she suddenly grabbed Evelyn's wrist, her nails digging deep. "Why won't you disappear already, Evelyn? How many times must I remind you that Alexander belongs to me? You know what happens to women who steal from me."

"Have you forgotten why you went to prison? Forgotten how Alexander made sure you lost that bastard child in your womb to comfort me? Forgotten how your deranged grandfather died?" Victoria's smile turned demonic before Evelyn's eyes.

Evelyn's vision swam with torturous memories at Victoria's words, especially the mention of Grandfather Henry's death.

"It was you—" Blood roared in Evelyn's ears. "Victoria, you murdered Grandfather—"

"Not my fault he discovered things he shouldn't have." Victoria's whisper dripped with malice, her dark eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction.

A violent shiver ran down Evelyn's spine. As she opened her mouth to retaliate, Victoria shoved her backward.

Caught off balance, Evelyn stumbled back just in time to see Victoria snatch the fruit knife from the coffee table.

For a heart-stopping moment, Evelyn thought Victoria would attack her. Instead, the blade flashed toward little Ethan sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

"Victoria, stop!" Evelyn's scream tore through the room as Ethan's piercing cry of pain followed.

Blood bloomed across the child's angelic cheek, the crimson stark against his pale skin. Evelyn's heart shattered at the sight.

Even wild animals protected their young. How could Victoria—

She lunged forward to help Ethan, but Victoria trapped her wrist, forcing the knife into her hand. With theatrical sobs, Victoria clung to Evelyn with surprising strength, making escape impossible.

"Evelyn! How could you? Hurt me if you must, but leave my son alone!" Victoria's wails echoed through the mansion.

Evelyn stared in horrified disbelief.

This was Victoria's game all along.

The commotion brought the household staff and Margaret Blackwood rushing downstairs.

"My precious grandson!" Margaret gasped, clutching her chest. "Evelyn Sinclair, you monster! Attacking an innocent child!"

As if on cue, Alexander strode through the doors just as his mother's accusations reached their peak.

"Alexander!" Victoria wept dramatically. "Evelyn tried to kill Ethan!"

Alexander's stormy gaze took in the bloody knife and his son's bleeding face. His expression darkened like thunderclouds.

Evelyn's pulse hammered against her ribs as the color drained from her face. "It wasn't me, Alexander! I would never—"

His murderous glare froze the words in her throat. "You're dead."

"Alexander, please—"

The brutal kick sent her flying across the room before she could finish.