Chapter 780

Evelyn Sinclair had planned everything meticulously. Even if that online troll could never work in his original field again after betraying his employer for money, she'd made sure he had alternatives.

Wave Media stood as the most prestigious content creation platform in the industry - the very same platform where he'd built his following as a wildlife vlogger. An opportunity like this was beyond his wildest dreams.

The man hesitated, resisting the temptation of this unexpected windfall. "H-how do I know you're not lying to me?"

Evelyn's light laughter carried through the phone. "You're at home, correct? In five minutes, a Wave Media employment contract will arrive at your doorstep. Still doubtful? I'll have my lawyers draft a formal agreement. I'm paying you for future services, not punishing past mistakes. Honestly, with this sum involved, would I bother deceiving you?"

To ordinary people, this represented life-changing money.

For someone like Evelyn Sinclair? Barely pocket change.

Why would she personally call just to lie? His hesitation lasted mere seconds. "Alright, I accept!"

Evelyn's voice remained warm. "Thank you. Add me on WhatsApp and send me that file. I'd like to keep it." She ended the call with gracious farewells.

Dr. Know-It-All sat stunned.

Never in his life had he felt such exhilaration. The woman he'd slandered spoke with gentle grace, her tone flowing like spring water. No trace of anger, only patience that inspired immediate trust.

Shame washed over him.

Within minutes, he'd added Evelyn and sent the requested materials, accompanying them with a remorseful message:

[Dear Ms. Sinclair,

Thank you for this second chance. I'll dedicate myself to making amends. Please don't hesitate to call upon me.

-Sincerely, Shai.]

Evelyn's reply came simply: "Thank you."

The butler informed her Nathan Blackwood still hadn't left the premises.

'Is he waiting for me to personally throw him out? I've no desire to see him,' Evelyn thought irritably.

Lucas Sterling insisted on dragging his sister outside for fresh air, practically pushing her wheelchair into the garden. "You've been cooped up too long," he declared, perching happily on a wrought-iron swing.

Evelyn shot him an exasperated look. Clearly, her actor brother just wanted company!

'So annoying,' she mused.

Yet the crisp air carried the delicate fragrance of blooming plum trees, their petals dusting the cobblestone path. The winter sunlight filtered through bare branches, casting intricate shadows.

"Evie, want to join me?" Lucas grinned, patting the swing beside him. "I'll lift you up!"

"Childish," Evelyn rolled her eyes. "I'd rather explore the front gardens." She pressed the wheelchair's control button, executing a smooth pivot toward the gravel path.

What normally seemed charmingly rustic became inconvenient terrain for wheels. Last night's rain left the stones slick with lingering moisture, the winter chill preserving dangerous patches of ice.

Evelyn navigated carefully until—

A sudden jolt. One wheel lodged stubbornly between stones. She pressed the acceleration button. Nothing.

The staff remained occupied near the mansion's entrance, unaware of her predicament.

Without warning, the wheelchair lurched sideways.

Evelyn gasped as gravity took hold. The world tilted violently as she and the chair tumbled toward the frozen ground.