Chapter 122

Ethan Sullivan stared at Evelyn Sullivan's calm face, his chest tight as if stuffed with cotton. She always did this—shouldering everything alone, never giving him a chance to explain.

"Mr. Sullivan, I apologize for the trouble this has caused you." Evelyn set down her utensils, her voice feather-light. "I'll handle it as soon as possible."

Ethan clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. "You think that's what I care about?"

The air in the dining room froze.

Evelyn stood, grabbing her bag with decisive movements. "Regardless, I'll resolve it. I'm heading to work now."

The sound of the door closing struck Ethan like a slap. He flipped the table over in one violent motion, the shattering of porcelain sending the kitchen staff trembling.

No one dared to clean up the mess. The only downside of this well-paying job was constantly bracing for their employer's sudden fury.

At the Jackson family villa, Victoria Farley had barely stepped inside when she was met by her waiting husband and daughter.

"Mom!" Isabella Jackson rushed forward, eyes red-rimmed. "You shouldn't have had to endure that."

Victoria waved a tired hand. "It's worth it for this family."

The "family" she spoke of never included her rebellious eldest daughter.

"Evelyn will drop the lawsuit," Isabella murmured soothingly. "The media is on our side."

"Let her do as she pleases." Victoria rubbed her temples. "I need to rest."

As she turned away, a cold smirk curled Isabella's lips. After that press conference, Evelyn's reputation as a "homewrecker" was sealed. She couldn't wait to see how long that woman would last by Ethan's side with such a stain on her name.

The front of MY Fashion Group was swarmed with reporters clutching cameras. Evelyn expressionlessly turned her car around, entering through the underground garage and taking the CEO's private elevator up.

"Evelyn!" Sophia Reynolds burst into the office. "What can I do?"

Evelyn looked up from booting her computer. "What can you do?"

"I can..." Sophia blinked. "Offer moral support?"

Once the office door closed, Evelyn opened a chat window with a pure black avatar, her fingers flying across the keyboard.