The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1572

Chapter 1572:

When they were young, Ralph had been deeply smitten with Evelyn, but then Braylynn turned the situation into a social media spectacle, claiming that Evelyn was the intruder who had shattered her relationship with Ralph. From that moment on, Evelyn became the target of relentless ridicule and cruelty.

The family understood the weight of their reputation; each member’s actions were directly tied to their honor, and even the smallest misstep reflected on them all. Evelyn was branded the “other woman.” To quell the gossip and assert their stance, her parents punished her in front of all the relatives.

The rumors finally ceased when Ralph made the bold decision to marry her himself. But Evelyn’s bitterness toward Braylynn never dissipated. Even after Braylynn married someone else, she continued to secretly vie for victory over Evelyn, a rivalry that never ceased.

“Braylynn was a calculating flirt back in the day, and now she’s just a crafty old woman!” Evelyn said sharply, taking her medicine, her hatred for Braylynn seething beneath the surface. “She did everything she could to marry Ralph, and now that she’s lost her chance, she’s pushing her granddaughter to worm her way into marrying my grandson. Does she really think we’re all fools?”

Penny, seeing Evelyn’s justified fury, allowed herself a small smile and nodded in agreement. “She’s indeed a crafty old woman.”

“As long as I’m here, no one from the Quinn family will marry into the Hopkins family!” Evelyn’s voice was filled with unwavering resolve. “Only Corrine is worthy of marrying my grandson!”

nothing more, simply helping Evelyn settle into

soul into preparing the engagement gifts for the

the visit. We’re just waiting for the clock to strike.” That brought a flicker

at

that the Ford family might reject the proposal because of the mess surrounding Elva and Aliza, Evelyn had wrapped her intentions in the guise of simple hospitality,

Evelyn murmured, “Tomorrow, we

turned her eyes to the moonlit sky, her face softened by a mix of

this

respectful gentleness, “Seventy-eight.” As she spoke, she

“Seventy-eight. Time really

thirty years had passed since those painful events, some memories still felt

Evelyn wrestled with memories and regrets, a different rhythm pulsed through Celtis Estate—one of stolen breaths and burning