Chapter 168

"It's all Evelyn Langley's fault! She stole my spot!" Isabella Evans screamed hysterically, smashing a vase to the floor. "And you! Why did you let her take that exam?"

Nathan Evans felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

The moment he heard "Evelyn Langley," his entire body tensed.

Since returning from the Maldives, he'd tried countless numbers to reach her—all met with silence.

He'd camped outside her apartment, but she was never there.

The gnawing anxiety kept him awake night after night.

And now, this was how he finally learned of her whereabouts...

"What do you mean?" His voice was strained.

"She ranked first! Professor Eleanor Roland is only accepting three students this year, and I was fourth!" Isabella shrieked. "If not for her, I would've made it!"

Nathan froze.

"She... got in?"

"Yes! With flying colors!" Isabella laughed mockingly. "She's thriving without you, about to become a Harvard graduate student. Regretting it now? Should've kept her locked up tighter!"

"Enough!" Nathan's eyes darkened dangerously. "Your failure is your own incompetence. One more word like that—"

The air turned icy.

Isabella clamped her mouth shut, trembling, until Margaret Evans entered, breaking the tension.

Taking in the shattered debris and her daughter's terrified expression, Margaret frowned.

She'd heard everything outside.

Evelyn actually got in?

That day at the library, she'd assumed the girl was putting on an act. Yet not only had she taken the exam, she'd been admitted as Harvard's top candidate.

Margaret curled her lip.

What did degrees matter? She'd never be good enough for the Evans family.

"Your brother is right," she said coldly. "Prove yourself next year. Throwing tantrums won't help."

"I won't accept this!" Isabella clenched her fists. "I prepared for two years. She only studied for six months. How could she outperform me? There must be foul play! I'll confront her myself!"

She stormed out.

Nathan massaged his temples and left the chaos behind.

Margaret stared at the wrecked room, fuming.

These children would be the death of her.

Following a memorized address, Isabella sped to Evelyn's apartment, fury burning hotter with each mile. She rehearsed her accusations in her head.

But as she parked, she froze.

Evelyn was walking into the building—with a man.

Isabella gasped.

She recognized him.

Adrian Klein, a Harvard professor!