Chapter 191

Evelyn exhaled slowly, her voice softening as she spoke, "Alright. Thank you for telling me this, Beatrice."

"You're welcome," Beatrice replied, her tone noticeably lighter.

"I'll let you get back to work."

"Okay." Evelyn ended the call, but the tension in her body remained, coiled tight like a spring. She gripped her phone so hard her knuckles turned white, her mind a tempest of fury.

Victoria Sinclair! That woman had truly gone too far this time. Evelyn understood perfectly—this wasn’t just an attack on Grace; Victoria had deliberately targeted her mother to get back at her. Unable to confront Evelyn directly, she had taken her petty vengeance out on Grace instead.

The thought of the humiliation Grace had endured today sent a dark shadow flickering through Evelyn’s eyes. At the same time, she hadn’t expected Grace to refuse Victoria. She had assumed Grace would cave instantly, desperate to appease the Sinclair matriarch before coming to plead with her.

But Grace hadn’t.

A complicated swirl of emotions tightened in Evelyn’s chest. She didn’t know how to process this. Drawing a deep breath, she steadied herself.

Then, with icy resolve hardening her gaze, she pulled out her phone and dialed.

In the plush privacy of a high-end coffee shop, the door clicked open. Victoria swept in, her designer handbag swaying with every arrogant step. She settled onto the velvet sofa across from Evelyn, her lips curling into a mocking smirk.

"At this hour, you invite me for coffee instead of dinner?" she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "How utterly charming."

Evelyn’s expression remained impassive. Just the sight of Victoria’s smug face was enough to kill any appetite she might have had.

"I heard about what happened at lunch today," Evelyn began, her voice cool and measured.

Victoria’s smirk deepened into a sneer. "Oh? And what do you plan to do about it? Here to defend your pitiful mother, the shameless mistress?"

Leaning back, Victoria crossed her legs and folded her arms, her gaze brimming with disdain. "Go on, Evelyn. Show me what you’ve got."

A knock interrupted the tension as a waiter entered, placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of Evelyn before discreetly exiting.

Evelyn rose slowly, lifting the cup with deliberate calm. Without a word, she tilted it over Victoria’s perfectly styled hair.

And poured.

The scalding liquid cascaded down, drenching Victoria’s head.

Victoria froze, her face contorting in shock. A shrill scream tore from her throat as she shot to her feet.

"EVELYN!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with fury. "YOU LITTLE BITCH! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?"

Disheveled, her makeup running in black streaks, coffee dripping from her ruined hair, Victoria looked nothing like the poised socialite she pretended to be.

Evelyn, still eerily composed, set the empty cup down and picked up a napkin. She dabbed her fingers with deliberate grace, her lips curving into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.