Chapter 359

Evelyn watched Victoria's excited expression and leaned closer to the screen with curiosity.

The surveillance footage clearly showed Isabella and Vincent Langley's conversation.

The truth was shocking.

The child Eleanor Langley had given birth to years ago had been secretly switched by Vincent.

A meaningful smile curled Evelyn's lips. "Eleanor will soon learn this secret. The show is about to begin."

Given Eleanor's temperament, she would never let this go.

This was exactly the outcome Evelyn wanted.

As for the mystery of her own origins...

Evelyn's gaze darkened. Vincent wouldn't reveal the truth easily.

But she believed the answers would come to light eventually.

Victoria quickly sent a message to Nathan.

"Keep a close eye on Eleanor. Vincent is already on his way to see her."

With Eleanor's methods, she would undoubtedly force the whereabouts of her real daughter out of him.

Evelyn rubbed her temples. "Victoria, keep monitoring. I'm going upstairs to rest."

"The children aren't home. Get some proper rest," Victoria said with concern.

Evelyn nodded and headed upstairs.

Her nerves, strained all day, could finally relax for a moment.

Meanwhile, Eleanor sat in a speeding car.

The father-daughter conversation in the surveillance footage had left her in tears.

Twenty-five years of lies.

Twenty-five years of a misplaced life.

The child she had raised with her own hands belonged to someone else.

The cruelest irony—that child wasn't even Vincent's.

"Hahaha..." Eleanor laughed through her tears.

Her phone suddenly vibrated.

Vincent's caller ID flashed on the screen.

"I'm at the office," she said coldly before hanging up.

The car accelerated toward the company.

She would never return to that house again.

If Vincent dared to steal her child, he had only himself to blame for what came next.

Alexander Durand's secrets, the Valentines' skeletons...

She had plenty of ways to make that old fox talk.

...

In Adrian Valentine's office, the computer screen froze on Vincent and Isabella's conversation.

"Interesting." His slender fingers tapped the desk lightly.

Isabella wasn't Eleanor's biological daughter after all.

Then whose child was she?