Chapter 156

Isabella Langley stared at her phone screen, fingers trembling.

The Valentine Group's dismissive statement burned her eyes: ["A minor misunderstanding between sisters."]

Public opinion shifted instantly.

Evelyn Roland's response had masterfully garnered all the sympathy.

Isabella's nails dug deep into her palms.

She hurled the phone against the wall. The screen shattered with a sharp crack that echoed through the empty living room.

"Stop playing the victim!" She glared at the stormy sky outside. "Evelyn, you think this means you've won?"

......

The bedroom in Regal Heights smelled of antiseptic.

Sebastian Cortez frowned at Evelyn's pale face on the hospital bed.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" His voice was tight.

Evelyn gave a weak smile as the IV drip fell steadily beside her.

"Just a little more time, brother."

Sebastian took a deep breath. He knew his sister too well—once she set her mind to something, nothing could change it.

"Explain this wound." He pointed to the bandage on her abdomen. "Guiding someone's hand to stab yourself? This isn't some soap opera."

If Gabrielle Flores hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

"If it were a soap opera, I'd cast you as the lead," Evelyn joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Sebastian shook his head helplessly. "Grandfather smashed his teacup. He said you've never bowed to money in your life, yet for a man—"

"Apologize to Grandfather for me." Evelyn cut him off. "It was worth it."

Her gaze fell on the soaring stock curve displayed on her tablet, resolve flashing in her eyes.

Sebastian stood. "Last time. If they dare touch you again, I'll handle it myself."

The door clicked shut softly.

Evelyn stared at the ceiling, finally severing that absurd obsession completely.

Ten days later, Sterling Manor's new product launch stunned the industry.

The NovaCore project swept through the market like lightning, sending stocks skyrocketing.

Evelyn stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, morning light outlining her slender frame.

"Grandfather, we did it."

Frederick Roland cradled Ethan in his arms, smile smoothing the wrinkles at his eyes. "Evelyn, the overseas market is secured. We launch in three days."

Sebastian approached with coffee, ruffling his sister's hair. "Well done."

The old man beamed. "Name your reward. You two have earned it."