RedNovelRegret 228 Wasn't it just that Evander had found out she'd sent those messages to Charlotte? Did he really have to go this far? A thought struck her, and she dialed Genevieve's number.
But this time, Genevieve didn't pick up.
Tricia was beside herself with frustration. After turning it over in her mind, she realized her only option was to go to the old family estate-after all, her son was still there.
She took a cab across town and told the security guard at the gate she was Hans's mother.
The guard didn't recognize the nand assumed she was there to cause trouble. He was about to send her away when Genevieve stepped outside.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Genevieve!" Tricia called out, forcing a smile.
She expected Genevieve to cto her rescue, like always, maybe even stick up for her. But this time, Genevieve's response was cold and distant. "What are you doing here?" Tricia hesitated, thrown off by the change. "Genevieve, what's gotten into you? Of course I'm here to see Hans. I called you, why didn't you answer?" In the past, Genevieve would have greeted her with a warm "Tricia" this and "Tricia" that, practically falling over herself to be friendly.
Now, the chill in her voice made Tricia's heart sink with unease.
Genevieve folded her arms, eyeing her. "You're really here to see my brother, aren't you? You don't care about your son." "Genevieve, how can you say that?" Tricia's eyes welled up with tears.
Genevieve stared her down, unmoved. "Stop pretending. My brother toldeverything. You abused Hans, pushed him down the stairs, and tried to frCharlotte's family for it. I never thought you could be that kind of person!" Tricia's face went blank with shock. She grabbed Genevieve's arm in desperation. "Genevieve, what are you saying? I would never push Hans down the stairs-" "The injury on his leg is proof enough!" Genevieve shook off her hand. “He's your own son, and you still did it. You're terrifying." 12:44 Chapter 228 "That's not true, I can explain-" "Don't bother, Tricia. I started suspecting you the moment I overheard you planning to get rid of Charlotte's baby on the phone." Genevieve's expression was full of disappointment, completely ignoring Tricia's tears. “You're not the Tricia I used to know. You've becsomeone I can't even recognize. Don't contactagain." She turned and walked back through the gate without another word.
Tricia tried to follow, desperate to explain, but security blocked her path.
Within minutes, she was escorted off the property.
Standing in front of the heavy iron gates, Tricia stared in a daze, unable to process what had just happened.
Evander had found her out.
Did he really want to destroy her, leave her with nothing? The thought made Tricia laugh bitterly, her eyes growing darker by the second.
Behind the floor-to-ceiling window, Evander watched her leave, his expression a tangle of @mations! Every piece of damning evidence in his hands pointed back to Tricia-and all of it had been handed over by Jonathan. How ridiculous.
He clenched his fist, crumpling the stack of papers in his grip.
He remembered now: the day Charlotte's father died, he'd played a part in it. The ambulance never arrived in time-not because of a tragic accident, but because he had made sure it wouldn't.
Evander closed his eyes, the memory of Charlotte's desperate, hate-filled gaze tightening painfully in his chest.
"Mr. Howard." Natalie approached after ending a call. "When you escaped from those kidnappers M years ago, svillagers saw you.
You were with a girl. You'd passed out, but she was still conscious. They said her nsounded like Tricia." Evander let out a low, bitter laugh, his eyes suddenly frosty. "Why..." 2/2
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