Semua Bab Unmasking the Heiress: Bab 611 - Bab 620

The laughter was just for show, a mask to keep the grown-ups from worrying.Evangeline's eyes darkened with another wave of sadness."You're doing great, getting through this," said Roslyn.She gazed at Evangeline's face, streaked with tears, her lips so pale and cracked that they looked like they might split.Just then, a waiter in uniform walked by with two steaming cups of milk.Roslyn stopped him, grabbed a cup, and handed it to Evangeline. "Drink some milk. You've got a baby to think about, remember? So try not to be too down, okay?"Roslyn knew how close Evangeline and Cole had been, and it hurt her to see her best friend so broken.However, her words, meant to comfort, were like opening a dam. Tears flooded Evangeline's eyes, and she began to sob uncontrollably. "How can I not be sad?"Memories came rushing back. She clutched Roslyn's wrist, and when she looked up, her face was wet with tears."Roslyn, do you know? It's my fault Grandpa is gone! If I hadn't been so set

Amid the turmoil, the spot where Evangeline had just sat was littered with the remains of a milk-drenched cup. A waiter, clad in uniform, tightened his white gloves and carefully collected the fragments, pausing only to dial a number."Ms. Rearden, the funeral has gone haywire, and Evangeline is en route to the hospital..."Julia's voice crackled with excitement on the line. "Did that wretch lose the baby?"Julia had been waiting for days for some shred of good news, and it seemed to have arrived. How could she contain her glee?She had loathed Evangeline, wishing her dead at first. However, after Walter's cruel treatment, her wishes took a darker turn.She relished the thought of Evangeline enduring a fate far crueler than death.Evangeline was head over heels for Walter. If she lost the baby she was carrying, would that not just crush her?The funeral for that old man from the Foster family? She could not care less. It was not her beloved grandpa, and she would not see a dime

The doctor theorized that maybe it was Evangeline's heartache, her rollercoaster emotions, that caused such a massive bleed, putting the baby at risk.However, how could Holden, her uncle, ever bring himself to say that to her?"Evie, maybe it just wasn't meant to be with this baby. And hey, you're about to kick that jerk Walter to the curb with a divorce. Keeping the baby wouldn't be the best for you."Holden eased down next to Evangeline, gently pulling her into a half-hug, letting her rest against him. "Sometimes things end, but you've got your whole life ahead. Why tie yourself down with Walter's kid? One day you'll meet someone amazing, and you can start a family then. Wouldn't that be so much better?"Holden's words were careful, but Evangeline got the painful message loud and clear.Without Walter, any child she had would grow up fatherless, and it could mess up her chances of finding happiness with someone else down the line.Maybe it was better to let go then, to one day

Roslyn, noticing James was not budging, hurried over to him and whispered urgently, "Why aren't you leaving? Evie just managed to fall asleep. She wakes up so easily, we shouldn't wake her..."James got where Roslyn was coming from; she always put Evangeline first. However, he had no choice but to disturb her sleep.He gave Roslyn a reassuring wave and crept over to Evangeline's bed.Her eyes were closed tight, still damp with the remnants of tears.Without thinking, James reached out and gently wiped away the wet streaks beneath her eyes. "Evie, if you're not sleeping, come on and sit up. I have something to tell you."He swallowed a sigh, his gaze fixed on Evangeline with quiet intensity.Slowly, Evangeline's eyes fluttered open, red and veined with tiny threads, glistening with unshed tears. "Uncle James, I..."She could not finish her sentence before a wave of sobs took over, and tears began to fall like raindrops.Evangeline tried to push down the wave of hurt that rose in

Celina stood up in surprise and blurted, "Mr. Walter Gordon, Mr. Yale Foster is inside. Should I let him know you're here?"She barely knew Walter, and any time they crossed paths, it was through David, the go-between. She was not naive enough to think Walter had come out there just for her.Out of the blue…"Ms. Morris, can we talk for a minute?" Walter gestured for Celina to join him.He was supposed to have left with Trey after saying goodbye, but something inside him was restless. He ended up driving back to the funeral site.He had expected Cole's funeral to be a long affair, but when Walter got back, the place was deserted. Weird, he thought.Just as he was about to ask someone what happened, he spotted Celina squatting by the lounge entrance, zoning out.It was like stumbling upon the very thing he had been searching for without even trying.He had been wanting to talk to Celina for ages but never got the chance. At last, she was right there, and he was not about to walk