Chapter 875

The screen froze on its final frame.

Evelyn's finger hovered in midair, hesitating to press the exit button.

Alexander stood behind her, his gaze resting on her trembling shoulders. He'd already reviewed the recording himself—only after confirming its absence of graphic imagery had he dared share it with her.

"Are you okay?" His voice was soft.

A cemetery breeze brushed Evelyn's hair, carrying early spring's chill. She shook her head slowly. "No."

Even forewarned, the unveiled truth clutched her heart like an invisible fist. Evelyn stared at the endless rows of distant tombstones, her voice feather-light. "Five months into this year, and I've already buried three people."

"Mr. Anderson passed last—" Alexander began correcting.

"What difference does it make?" She cut him off. "The weather was exactly like this when Father left."

A terrifying thought struck her—was she somehow cursing those around her? The idea turned her blood to ice.

Alexander recognized her spiral but deliberately shifted focus. "Bianca and Vincent's ending was inevitable. At least Baby Chloe is safe."

Without Evelyn, Bianca wouldn't even have found someone to entrust her daughter to.

Mentioning the baby brought warmth back to Evelyn's eyes. "She said a gift would arrive on Chloe's birthday. We can't let her down."

It was Bianca's final keepsake for her child.

Evelyn inhaled deeply, forcing composure. "She'd want to rest beside Adrian. Is the burial plot arranged?"

"Everything's prepared. They need three days for final arrangements." Alexander handed her a water bottle.

The columbarium's lighting was dim. Evelyn instantly identified the plain white urn—Alexander had deliberately chosen one matching Adrian's.

As a doctor, she shouldn't believe in such things. Yet since her father's death, she'd often imagined existence beyond this world.

"Miss Langley," she whispered, "I'll raise Chloe as my own. If you can hear me, please watch over her."

The attendant worked efficiently. As the twin urns settled side by side, sunset pierced through the pines.

Evelyn placed white roses before the headstone. "She loved red roses, but the florist was out."

Petals trembled in the breeze like silent replies.

Only when twilight painted the sky crimson did Evelyn turn. "Time to go. Chloe will be waiting."

Alexander naturally took her hand. She didn't resist, though her other hand drifted protectively to her abdomen.

In the car, Evelyn suddenly asked, "What happened to Vincent's remains?"

"Cremated and given to his 'friend.'" Alexander's mouth twisted sardonically. "Langley Holdings will be entertaining soon."

Evelyn scoffed. "He had friends?"

"Even villains have allies." Alexander kept his eyes on the road. "Though this 'friend's' first question was about inheritance distribution."

Evelyn watched landscapes blur past. "Pity he escaped legal justice."

"Not necessarily bad." Alexander turned the steering wheel. "Those jackals at Langley will tear each other apart. We just need to secure Chloe's shares."

The wolf pack Vincent trained would now turn on itself. Without their master, Langley Holdings would soon become a blood-soaked arena.