Chapter 400

The most unforgivable part was that Beatrice had completely forgotten to administer Mr. Blackwood's medication yesterday.

This morning, she'd forced him to take double the dosage like some careless executioner.

That woman was pure evil. She probably wanted revenge on him. "Madam, if that viper marries into this family again, she'll destroy everything!"

Nathan's expression darkened instantly. The initial spark of joy in his eyes was swiftly extinguished, replaced by an icy storm. Dangerous shadows danced across his chiseled features.

His knuckles turned white where they gripped the wheelchair. Veins bulged along his forearms as he fought to control his temper.

Evelyn sat composed on the marble steps, listening to the tirade as if it were some distant gossip. A frosty smile played on her lips.

Her calmness was a blade slowly carving out his heart.

Nathan had believed bringing her back would erase the painful past. That they could create new, sweeter memories to atone for his mistakes.

Yet this was the reality.

Evelyn listened to those venomous words without flinching, as though she'd expected nothing less.

If Beatrice - someone supposedly trustworthy - spoke this way, what horrors had Evelyn endured daily during those three years here?

Nathan couldn't bear to imagine. Beatrice was Margaret's creature. Given Margaret's hatred for Evelyn, what other torments had she orchestrated?

Since last night, he'd witnessed Evelyn's emotions shift from disgust to indifference, then cold detachment, finally settling into utter disdain.

Each transformation was another twist of the knife in his chest. The pain was unbearable.

Finally, Beatrice ended her poisonous call.

Evelyn rose gracefully, blinking in confusion at Nathan's thunderous expression.

Why was he so furious? He wasn't the one being maligned. As she moved to pass him, Nathan seized her wrist, his voice rough with emotion.

"Evelyn, are you angry? Tell me how to punish her."

Would vengeance ease her pain? Could it erase three years of suffering?

The thought shamed him. Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe she truly didn't care.

Evelyn's lips curved into that chilling smile. "Angry? This is who she's always been. Didn't you all know that?"

"You all?" The words struck like a physical blow. Even the old injury in his right leg throbbed in response.

To her, he was no different from Margaret. Just another tormentor.

Evelyn believed Nathan had never protected her. Never cared.

She'd survived alone while he considered her a burden.

Hadn't that always been the truth?

Today's revelation was merely the surface of her suffering.

When Evelyn tried to leave again, Nathan clung desperately, his eyes burning with remorse. The weight of his guilt could have drowned them both.

But Evelyn remained unmoved.

She'd learned not to play with fire.

As Nathan opened his mouth, Marcus abruptly pulled his wheelchair back, forcing him to release Evelyn's arm.

Marcus shoved the wheelchair aside and followed Evelyn without a backward glance.

Nathan sat frozen, speechless.

Upstairs, Beatrice heard the commotion and sighed in relief when she saw only Nathan.

"Mr. Blackwood, how may I serve you?"

Nathan turned slowly. The lethal sharpness in his gaze made Beatrice tremble.

"You're being transferred abroad immediately. To learn basic decency."

Beatrice gasped. "Sir, what have I done wrong? I can't leave!"

She earned thirty thousand monthly here for minimal work, plus bonuses. No other household offered such luxury.

Her thirty-year contract with the Blackwoods meant she had no choice. Their word was law.