Chapter 128

Evelyn forcefully wrenched her arm free from Margaret's grasp.

She recognized the sleek black car immediately—Dominic's. Without hesitation, she marched toward it.

The driver's side door swung open, and the towering bodyguard stepped out, his glare locked onto Margaret as he advanced.

Evelyn's pulse spiked. She darted forward, blocking his path.

"Don't!" she commanded, pressing a hand against his chest. "Her daughter just died. She's grieving."

Margaret scoffed, her lips curling into a sneer. "Still clinging to the Blackwoods, I see. You always did have a talent for wrapping men around your finger."

The bodyguard's arm tensed, ready to strike.

Evelyn grabbed his wrist. "Get back in the car," she ordered firmly. "I'll handle this."

With one last warning glare at Margaret, the bodyguard retreated.

Margaret shivered under his icy stare but forced herself to stand tall.

Victoria was gone. But she was still here—and she would make sure Evelyn paid.

Once the car door shut, Evelyn turned on Margaret, her voice low and lethal. "Say whatever you want about me. But don’t you dare drag my father into this."

Her eyes burned with fury. "You funneled three hundred million dollars to your brother while my father was alive. Every cent—you will pay it back."

Margaret's face twisted. "That was James’s doing! What does that have to do with me? Do you think I wanted Thornfield Industries to collapse?"

Evelyn laughed coldly. "Yet you fled abroad with that stolen money. You wouldn’t even be here now if Victoria hadn’t died."

Margaret's face flushed crimson.

"Vincent told me everything!" she spat. "You stole your father’s Cerebra System! He invested hundreds of millions into that project. Who are you to judge me?"

Evelyn's smile was razor-sharp. "The difference is, my father gave me what was rightfully mine. You? You’re nothing but a thief. And I’ll make sure your brother rots in prison for what he took."

Margaret’s hands trembled, her retort dying in her throat.

All she could do was watch as Evelyn slid into the car and sped away.

The moment the door closed, Evelyn exhaled sharply, her shoulders sagging.

She glanced at Dominic. "What are you doing here?"

He handed her a chilled water bottle. "I knew Margaret was coming. I didn’t trust her not to start trouble."

Evelyn took a sip, arching a brow. "You think I can’t handle her?"

"You’re only tough with me," he murmured, amused.

She rolled her eyes. "I’m starving. No energy to argue."

"Want to eat out?" he asked. "What are you craving?"

Evelyn hesitated. "…I miss my mom’s cooking."

Dominic reached for his phone. "We can go to her place."

She glanced at his legs, frowning. "Her building doesn’t have wheelchair access. It’s not practical."

"We can grab the cane from home first."

Evelyn sighed. "If we’re going home, we might as well just eat there."

Dominic studied her for a moment, then dialed a number.

Evelyn blinked as Clara’s voice came through the speaker. "Dominic? Is everything alright?"