Chapter 299

Finally getting rid of that jinx?

Thank heavens!

Blessed be!

For the first time, the servants thought Madam was absolutely brilliant.

In the blink of an eye, the luxurious villa stood empty except for Chloe Valentine's solitary figure.

She stood frozen in the deserted living room, unable to process what had just happened.

......

Night fell over the Evans family estate, every window ablaze with light.

Isabella Evans had barely stepped through the front door when she spotted Margaret Evans reclining on the sofa enjoying a massage.

"Mom? You're back?"

"Hmm."

"Weren't you supposed to be playing maid for Chloe—I mean, weren't you taking care of her?"

It had been over half a month. Why return so suddenly without even a heads-up?

Something was definitely wrong.

Margaret snorted. "Don't mention that shameless hussy. Bad luck!"

"What happened?" Isabella sat beside her. "Tell me everything."

The floodgates opened as Margaret poured out every grievance from the past two weeks.

At the height of her fury, she shoved the masseuse aside and stood with hands on hips, unleashing a torrent of curses.

"...In all my years, I've never met a more brazen woman! Might as well have let Nathan marry Evelyn Langley!"

At least Evelyn was cultured and knew how to respect elders.

The comparison made Margaret want to slap herself twice over.

Seeing her mother tremble with rage, Isabella's eyes reddened too.

That last slap had been too light.

Should've given her a few more!

"And your brother—" Margaret's voice cracked mentioning her son. "He actually believed that hussy's lies, thinking I tampered with his files! His own mother! He'd rather trust an outsider than me!"

Isabella fumed. "Nathan's gone too far! I'm calling him right now—"

She yanked out her phone without hesitation.

Margaret watched coldly.

She wasn't taking the blame for this.

The call rang endlessly before connecting—

"Bro! Did you know Mom came home?"

Nathan Evans was at an upscale club discussing business.

The mini-drama industry was booming, with Dylan Lowell's media companies raking in profits—he wanted Nathan to share the spoils.

They'd just finalized partnership details, set to sign contracts tomorrow.

Isabella's call interrupted at the worst moment.

"Home? Where?"

"The family estate, obviously! You and Chloe made Mom's old illness flare up again. And here you are—one living it up in the villa, the other partying at clubs!"

Loud music bled through the phone, clearly from some entertainment venue.

Margaret chose that moment to clutch her forehead with a pained groan.

Nathan frowned. "Is Mom okay? Did you call the doctor?"

Isabella sneered. "Now you care? Where was this concern earlier? You and Chloe are two peas in a pod! Mom tried helping her, and she repaid kindness with betrayal—while you took her side against Mom."

"You've broken my heart, Nathan!"

She hung up abruptly.

Nathan stared at his phone, dazed.

Broken her heart?

Perhaps...

He shook his head with a bitter smile.

Dylan had only caught snippets but recognized family drama.

Seeing Nathan's predicament, he hesitated to speak.