Chapter 994

Oliver Sinclair and Preston Sinclair watched Evelyn's retreating figure, their expressions unreadable.

Preston's lips curved into a knowing smile.

Oliver tilted his head. "Why is Aunt Evelyn's face so red? Is she still sick?"

Preston ruffled his hair.

"The bodyguard is waiting downstairs to take you to the library. Go on."

If Oliver hadn't begged to see Evelyn before leaving, Preston wouldn't have indulged him this long.

Oliver sighed dramatically. If only Dad got sick every day, I could stay home and take care of him. I'm definitely the most devoted son in the world.

Days passed in a blur.

Isabella Montgomery's mood swung between highs and lows. She insisted on dragging Evelyn to a luxury spa day.

Natalie Beaumont was too busy, and Sebastian Hart only ever argued with Isabella whenever they met.

That left Evelyn as her only option.

They booked VIP treatments in advance, with a dedicated attendant guiding them through their appointments.

Two hours later, they lounged in massage chairs, letting the machines work out the tension in their muscles.

Between sighs of relief, Evelyn told Isabella about Alexander Sterling and Amelia Sinclair's engagement.

Isabella stayed silent for barely three seconds before letting out a dry laugh. "So fairy tales do come true. I guess love isn't dead after all."

Evelyn could tell the news didn’t sting as much anymore. Isabella had made her peace with it.

After his divorce, Donovan Pierce had hounded Isabella relentlessly. When news of her engagement broke, he stormed the Montgomery estate like a madman.

Unfortunately for him, Isabella’s mother happened to be home. The bodyguards threw him out on the spot.

Rumor had it he’d limped away with a broken leg.

Isabella shrugged it off. "Not my problem. He deserved it." After that, Donovan vanished from her life completely.

The world saw Isabella and Lawrence Wellington as the perfect couple—finally tying the knot after years of love.

In reality? They barely spoke outside of public appearances. Even their meetings were scheduled by assistants.

Silence settled between them again.

Then—laughter. Familiar voices drifted in from the entrance.

Evelyn’s name caught their attention.

"Pathetic. Evelyn acts all sweet and fragile, but she’s the most vindictive person I’ve ever met. She’s the reason I got pushed out of Pacific Crest International."

Cassandra Blake’s voice.

Isabella shot Evelyn a look.

Evelyn arched a brow. She’d heard it too.

With masks covering half their faces and identical spa robes, the trio across from them didn’t recognize their subject was right there.

They settled into massage chairs, oblivious.

The girl beside Cassandra looked vaguely familiar—someone from the fringes of high society, never important enough to remember.

The other woman? Madison Cole. A former sycophant of Sophia Blackwood.

Evelyn remembered her well.

Once Sophia fell from grace, Madison faded into obscurity. Too many burned bridges.

Seeing these three together now was… amusing.

Evelyn had no intention of leaving.

Why would she?

If they were spinning stories about her, she might as well stay for the show.