The Queen Returns And She’s Unforgiving

The Queen Returns—And She’s Unforgiving 92

When Evelyn called, Maria didn’t pick up for a long time. It was only around 8:00 pm–not too late. Maria was quite the spirited one, always watching drama and scrolling through videos. She wouldn’t have gone to bed this early.

So, Evelynn tried the landline at home instead. A housekeeper answered. “Mrs. Grant, Mrs. Grant Senior hasn’t been feeling well these past two days. She’s resting now–barely had an appetite all day.”

Evelyn couldn’t help but worry. “What happened? Is it her blood pressure?”

“The family doctor checked on her. She caught a cold, and her blood pressure has been unstable. Mrs. Grant, if you have time, could you come home? We tried convincing her to take better care of herself, but she won’t listen to us…”

Evelyn hesitated for a moment. Now that she knew Maria was sick, pretending nothing had happened didn’t sit right with her.

Besides, Maria had always treated her with so much kindness. No matter how she looked at it, she should go see her.

“Alright. I’ll be there soon.”

After quickly unpacking her things, she headed to Grant Manor. She had initially planned to ask Maria whether Lucas had been home, but now, she would have to go back and see for herself.

When she arrived, a housekeeper handed her a pair of slippers. She noticed Maria resting on the couch in the living room. The moment Maria heard movement, she immediately sat up and smiled warmly.

coming, so I waited for you.

Maria’s complexion wasn’t too bad, Evelyn felt a little more at ease. “Grandma, how are you feeling? I heard

“It’s nothing. I’m getting old–aches and pains are normal. Skipping

frowned slightly. “That won’t do. Tell me what you feel like eating, and I’ll

lifted. “Really? How about oatmeal?

“All right. Just give

married to Lucas, she had honed her cooking skills just for him. Maria had tasted her cooking before and often

as Evelyn cooked effortlessly in the kitchen, she realized it had been a while since she last cooked. Ever since she started working at the

oatmeal and was setting the table, a car horn sounded

on Evelyn, who was busy preparing dinner. His sharp eyes swept over her slender figure wearing an apron. A fleeting, unreadable

the moment she saw him. “I was just about to call you! Look at this–Evie knew you must be tired from work, so she

feel Lucas‘ gaze shifting toward her. A sense of awkwardness crept in as

trying to mend their relationship—hoping to warm things up

it was useless. She had done this for three years, and he had never cared. He probably just saw her as some desperate fool trying to please him,

enough, Lucas‘ voice carried his usual detached mockery. “There are

to his indifference, she still felt a dull ache in her chest. She never expected him to reciprocate her feelings,