Chapter 128

Margaret Evans had always looked down on Evelyn Langley.

She considered the girl's modest background and average education unworthy of the Evans family.

Every encounter was met with Margaret's icy demeanor.

Even during holidays, she refused to let Evelyn step foot in their home.

At first, Evelyn would secretly cry over the rejection.

Eventually, she learned to accept it.

If the woman despised her, she'd simply keep her distance.

Nathan Evans remained passive in their feud.

He never mediated nor acknowledged their conflicts.

The two women's silent war continued unchecked.

Evelyn never burdened him with impossible choices.

She never asked whom he'd spend holidays with.

Now she realized—her sacrifices had been meaningless.

Men never appreciated such gestures.

They only took them for granted.

"Just missed my parents, so I booked a ticket home," Evelyn said lightly.

Sophia Laurent understood the courage this trip required.

"How are your parents? Send them my regards."

"They're well. They actually mentioned you at dinner."

The Langleys had known Sophia was Evelyn's closest friend since college.

Every holiday, they'd send hometown specialties through Evelyn.

"How long are you staying?" Sophia asked.

"A while. It's been too long."

Evelyn's voice carried rare lightness.

Sophia suddenly laughed.

"Wait till you hear this."

"What?"

"You haven't seen?" Sophia remembered her friend had blocked Nathan.

"Chloe Valentine posted Hermès gifts from Nathan, complete with hand-holding photos."

She scrolled her screen.

"Dylan Lowell commented that Nathan was just at Morning Star—how'd he get home so fast? The comment section is pure cringe."

"Pathetic. Bragging over a bag." Sophia scoffed.

"Remember when Nathan bought you anything you wanted—"

The real kicker came two minutes later.

Nathan's own post showed a bedside table with their Beihai photo behind a wineglass.

The caption read:

"Drunk. Miss her."

"Serves him right! Hope he drinks himself to death!" Sophia caught herself when Evelyn went silent.

"Enough gloom. It's the holidays."