Chapter 234

Flames of fury ignited in Victoria Farley's eyes. "What on earth happened?!"

Isabella Jackson merely covered her face, shoulders trembling with silent sobs.

"I'm calling her right now!"

"No!"

Isabella grabbed Victoria's wrist, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head. "Mom, please don't ask... The design competition finals are coming up..."

She bit her lip, voice choked with emotion. "After the competition, I'll tell you everything."

Victoria wiped her daughter's tears away, heart aching. "Alright, I won't ask. Just rest."

The hospital door clicked softly shut.

"It must be Evelyn's doing!" Victoria hissed through clenched teeth. "That day at the competition, Isabella saw her working as a temp..."

William Sullivan frowned deeply. "Don't make accusations without proof."

"Ethan can't protect her now!" Victoria sneered. "They're divorced."

"What?!" William's eyes widened in shock.

"It's true. Evelyn admitted it herself."

William's expression darkened. He turned abruptly. "I have business at the office. Take care of Isabella."

Victoria watched his hurried departure, muttering under her breath. "Why is he always running off to work lately..."

Outside the hospital, William dialed Evelyn's number.

"You and Ethan divorced?"

A brief silence. Then, "What do you want?"

"Come home this weekend."

"Busy."

William suppressed his anger. "Since you're divorced, move back in."

Evelyn laughed softly. "Back to what? The piano room? Or the front doorstep?"

"You—"

"Mr. Jackson, that place was never my home."

The call ended with a decisive click.

William's face turned stormy. He immediately called his secretary. "Find out Evelyn's current address!"

Elm Cove Apartments.

Evelyn tossed her phone onto the sofa, fingers absently brushing her lips.

Images from the break room flashed through her mind, making her ears burn.

But just as quickly, her gaze turned icy.

The person who drugged her was still at large.

Isabella was the prime suspect, but the surveillance footage had been destroyed. She couldn’t have done it alone.

Who was really pulling the strings?