The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 969:

Without waiting for a response, she spun on her heel and strode away, her posture stiff with unshed frustration.

Evelyn sat rooted in place, her gaze locked on Andromache’s retreating figure. A dull ache bloomed in her chest, tightening with each passing second.

Her brow knitted into a worried crease as her hand drifted to her chest, fingers curling over her heart, as though trying to soothe the storm brewing beneath her ribs.

Penny, who had been standing quietly to the side, immediately noticed Evelyn’s ashen face and the slight tremor in her shoulders. Without hesitation, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small bottle of pills.

Her arm slid around Evelyn’s back, steadying her, while she carefully placed one pill between her lips. As Evelyn swallowed, Penny’s hand moved in slow, gentle circles across her back. Her voice softened into a murmur, a calming balm against Evelyn’s unrest. “She has always spoken first and thought second. You know that. Why let it get to you like this? And if you work yourself up too much, Nate will be the one left worrying.”

Evelyn said nothing. Her eyelids lowered, heavy with exhaustion, as she tried to steady the whirlpool of emotions crashing inside her.

by the faint sound of Evelyn’s breathing. After what felt like forever, her

remained steady, her fingers never pausing their comforting motion. “One day, she

slightly, though her gaze remained distant.

understood, she would not wage war against Nate at every turn. She would not drag the Burgess family into her schemes

in her chair, staring blankly at the floor, her mind a tangle of memories and

journey begins on

to pick it up. A

flowers you trimmed are

a moment’s

“Corrine.”

voice was thick with sleep, a slight

around her phone. “You