Chapter 196

Andrew Anderson's brows furrowed tightly, his voice laced with lingering fear. "I'd already made up my mind earlier—I'd stall them while you took your sister and ran. Your mother and I are older, it doesn’t matter as much for us. But you two girls..." His fists clenched, knuckles turning white. "The way those men were looking at you—I wanted to gouge their eyes out!"

Evelyn Carter pressed her lips together, silent.

The workers hadn’t said a word, but their leering gazes slithered over her like snakes.

Peter Harrison stepped in smoothly. "Uncle Andrew, Aunt Grace, it’s too late to call a moving company now. Pack the essentials first—I’ll drive you over. We can arrange for the rest to be moved tomorrow."

Grace Anderson nodded repeatedly. "Peter, we’re troubling you again. These past few days have been..."

"Don’t mention it," Peter replied with a warm smile. "My mom said to just treat me like an extra son. Though..." He winked. "Maybe you could repay me with a few good meals?"

"Of course! Come over for dinner every day after we move in. Bring your mother too—her cooking hasn’t improved in decades."

Peter chuckled in agreement. "I’ll go get the car then."

Evelyn packed toiletries into boxes, filling three large ones quickly.

The old apartment building had no elevator, and her parents weren’t in the best health.

"Emily," she called to her sister, "help Mom and Dad downstairs."

Ever since her drunken mishap, Emily had been as meek as a quail. She immediately looped her arm through their mother’s.

Just as Evelyn rolled up her sleeves, Peter returned. He effortlessly stacked the boxes. "These are the ones?"

"The hallway light’s out," he said to Emily. "Take your parents down first."

Emily held up her phone for light, whispering to her mother, "Mom, what do you think of Peter?"

Grace watched the tall figure ahead with fondness. "He’s a good young man."

"Compared to my ex-brother-in-law?" Emily teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

Grace sighed. "Someone like Alexander Hamilton would never bother with something as trivial as moving..."

Andrew cleared his throat. "What matters is your sister’s feelings. She just got divorced..."

Emily grinned slyly. "No rush. We’ll take it slow."