Chapter 117

The moment the call ended, Lily White's delicate features twisted with rage.

Her grip on the phone tightened, her freshly manicured nails digging into her palm without her even noticing the pain.

"Evelyn Sullivan!"

The name hissed through her clenched teeth, dripping with venomous hatred.

She immediately dialed her mother, her voice trembling with tears. "Mom, that bitch Evelyn bullied me!"

Inside the White family villa, Mrs. White's face darkened like a storm cloud as she listened to her daughter's sobs.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll go have a word with Victoria Farley about this!"

Victoria was arranging flowers in the living room when Mrs. White barged in, nearly causing her to drop the scissors.

"Mrs. White, what—"

"Your precious daughter!" Mrs. White slammed her phone onto the coffee table. "Look what she's done!"

Victoria's face paled as she read the news on the screen.

"That ungrateful wretch!"

Mrs. White stood, her voice icy. "If this ruins Lily's career, the White family won't let this go!"

After seeing Mrs. White out, Victoria immediately summoned Isabella.

"Contact that disgraceful daughter of mine, now!"

Isabella bit her lip, eyes red-rimmed. "Mom... she blocked me."

Victoria trembled with fury, sweeping a vase off the table with a crash.

"How dare she defy me like this!"

Meanwhile, Evelyn's plane had just landed.

As her phone powered on, a flood of missed call notifications popped up—William Jackson, Eleanor Jackson, Charles Jackson...

She scoffed and muted the device.

"Mr. Sullivan, I'll be going now."

Ethan Sullivan seized her wrist. "I'll drive you."

"No need."

"Evelyn." His voice was glacial. "Get in the car, or walk."

After a tense standoff, Evelyn finally slid into the passenger seat.

When the car stopped outside Grand View Villa, she made no move to exit.

"Colin will take you inside."

Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Don't test my patience."

Evelyn shoved the door open and strode toward the curb without looking back.

"Evelyn!"

His furious roar followed her as she hailed a taxi.

She had barely stepped inside her home when the doorbell rang.

Through the peephole, she saw Ethan's stormy expression and turned away.

"I know you're there." His voice carried through the door. "Open up, or I'll call a locksmith."

Evelyn yanked the door open. "What do you want?"

Ethan slid a hand into his pocket, his tone deceptively calm. "Move in with me."