Chapter 155

Evelyn hesitated for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. "Fine, but hurry up, or I swear I'll come get you myself!"

"Alright, alright," Eleanor chuckled warmly.

After a brief pause, she asked gently, "Evelyn, sweetheart, have you been happy since coming back? If something's troubling you, don't bottle it up. I'm always here to listen."

Evelyn's breath hitched, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm fine, Grandma. Really, don't worry about me."

Though Evelyn tried to sound convincing, Eleanor caught the faint tremor in her voice. She decided not to press further—some things were better discussed in person. They exchanged a few more words before Eleanor ended the call.

Without wasting a second, Eleanor dialed another number.

"Mom?" Grace's voice was laced with surprise.

"Did you do something to upset Evelyn?" Eleanor demanded, cutting straight to the point.

Grace stiffened, her pulse quickening. "No! Of course not! Why would you think that?"

"I just spoke to her. She didn't sound like herself," Eleanor said, her tone firm.

Grace exhaled sharply, forcing a laugh. "Mom, you're overreacting. I haven't done anything to her."

Eleanor's voice turned icy. "Grace, I won't interfere with whatever schemes you're running with that family—that's your business. But mark my words, if I find out you're using Evelyn as a pawn for your ambitions, there will be consequences."

Grace swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her phone. "Did you hear me?" Eleanor pressed.

"Yes, Mom. Loud and clear," Grace muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good. Don't forget it," Eleanor snapped before hanging up.

Grace bit her lip, her mind racing.

Meanwhile, in the luxurious VIP ward of Grand Hills General Hospital, Serena pushed open the door and stepped inside.

"Dylan," she called softly, relief coloring her voice.

"Serena," Dylan replied, sitting up straighter. He frowned as he noticed her uneven steps. "What happened? You're limping."

Serena froze for a split second before forcing a smile. "Oh, just a little stumble yesterday. It's nothing serious—already feeling better."

Dylan nodded, though concern still flickered in his eyes. Before he could say more, Serena quickly changed the subject. "How about you? Any improvement?"

"I was ready to leave yesterday," Dylan said, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "But my mother, being her usual dramatic self, insisted I stay longer."

After the incident at the bar, Dylan had thought the worst was over—especially once the nausea subsided. But that night, crippling stomach pain and cold sweats had sent him rushing to the hospital.

Serena laughed softly. "Aunt Cassandra does worry a lot."