Chapter 300

Now she understood.

Evelyn finally saw the truth.

When news of Annabelle's overseas marriage reached home, Alexander Hamilton had given up all hope. That's when he accepted the arranged marriage proposed by Grandma Hamilton.

Or perhaps... it was simply because of her name.

"Grandma Hamilton never approved of our Annabelle," Mrs. Taylor sighed. "She thought Annabelle was stringing Alexander along—never saying yes, never saying no, keeping him hopeful without commitment."

Evelyn pressed her lips together.

This wasn't mere prejudice.

From Vincent Wilson and Richard Jackson, she'd heard stories about Annabelle's school days.

Not intentionally manipulative, but she'd certainly kept Alexander as a backup option.

Back then, Alexander had been content with that arrangement.

But Grandma Hamilton? A steel-willed matriarch who'd seen it all. Did anyone think she wouldn't see through a young girl's games?

"Later, you married Alexander and had a child," Mrs. Taylor's voice trembled. "When Annabelle returned after her failed marriage and reconnected with him... Dr. Carter, she never meant to break up your family. She only ever saw him as her closest friend—"

Evelyn smiled faintly. "Mm."

Mrs. Taylor exhaled in relief. "My husband was right. You're truly kind and generous, Dr. Carter. No wonder Alexander fell for you."

"Alexander and I won't reconcile," Evelyn said calmly. "I'm leaving the country soon. Even without romance, they share a lifelong bond. You needn't worry."

"But this time, Alexander's resolve is unshakable." Tears spilled down Mrs. Taylor's cheeks. "Grandma Hamilton passed without final words because of Annabelle. And that child... Dr. Carter, his feelings for you are real—"

"Auntie." Evelyn cut her off. "I understand parental love. But are other people's daughters less precious? I was also cherished by my parents."

Mrs. Taylor flustered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

Mr. Taylor suddenly fixed his gaze on Evelyn's wrist. "This... is yours?"

Evelyn glanced at the red thread bracelet.

A childhood talisman from her parents, worn today to reassure them before her departure.

"It's just an ordinary protection charm—"

Before she could finish, Mrs. Taylor seized her wrist.

The red thread dug into flesh. Evelyn gasped at the sharp pain.

"Auntie, you're hurting me—"

"Terry... You're Terry..." Mr. Taylor's voice shook, tears streaming down his weathered face. "It's really you..."