Chapter 456

"I understand, Grandma Margaret. Please don't worry about me."

Evelyn Carter sighed deeply. "With just the two of us left in this mansion now, how can I not worry?"

Then, she hesitated before asking, "How is Nathan doing these days?"

At the mention of Nathan Sterling, Evelyn simply replied, "He's fine, Grandma. You don't need to concern yourself."

Margaret nodded knowingly. "Nathan has always been a good man. It's just... unfortunate how things turned out between you two. If only..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "No use dwelling on the past. You should get some rest now."

"Yes, Grandma. You should sleep too."

After leaving Margaret's room, Evelyn retreated to her own bedroom.

For the past three years, she had barely spent any time in this house, with Nathan handling everything. Now that their divorce was finalized, she found herself returning more often.

Yet, she couldn't help but miss the days when Nathan still lived here with her.

Evelyn pushed open the door, but there were no traces of Nathan left. Every reminder of him had been slowly erased over time.

She stood by the window, gazing at the city lights below. Without thinking, she reached for a cigarette, lighting it and taking a slow drag.

The smoke curled around her, wrapping her in a melancholic haze.

Unbeknownst to her, Margaret had quietly approached the doorway with the butler's support. Just as the butler was about to announce their presence, Margaret stopped him.

She watched Evelyn by the window, sighing softly before whispering, "Let's go. Help me back to my room."

"Of course, Madam."

Margaret had noticed the change in Evelyn and made a decision. "Bring me my phone tomorrow morning. I need to call Nathan."

"Understood, Madam."

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The next morning, Evelyn woke up in Harrison Whitmore's guest room, blinking away the remnants of sleep. She checked her phone—nearly 8:00 AM.

"I actually slept in?" she murmured, quickly sitting up.

Her gaze landed on a neatly folded set of clothes beside the bed, clearly prepared for her.

Evelyn took them to the dressing room to change. The style was exactly to her taste, and the fit was impeccable.

It was almost too perfect.

Once dressed, she headed downstairs.

Harrison's voice called out from the dining room, "You're awake? Come have breakfast."

She followed the sound, only to nearly bump into him in the hallway.

He smiled, reaching out to take her hand. "Come on, let's eat."

He led her to the dining table, where an elaborate breakfast spread awaited—including her favorite cinnamon rolls.

"Did you make all this?" Evelyn asked in surprise.

Harrison pulled out a chair for her with a faint smile. "Try it."

Curious, she took a bite of the cinnamon roll. The taste was just as good as the ones from her favorite bakery.

"Harrison, this is amazing."

He handed her a glass of fresh milk.

"Eat as much as you want. After this, I'll take you to the office."