《CHASING THE CARPENTER'S HEART》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

BAB 92 — FINDING EVANKA’S HIDEAWAYLiam walked out of the house like a man who had lost every fragment of reason.Nothing made sense anymore.The identical DNA results. Chatrine’s disappointment. Her decision to leave and end their engagement.Now he had to find Evanka no matter what it took. Only that troublesome woman held the answers.Liam grabbed nothing but his wallet and passport before starting his old pickup truck. The engine roared harshly through the silent night as the tires spun violently away from the house that had just been filled with arguments and heartbreak.A light drizzle fell from the dark sky. Streetlights reflected gold across the wet pavement.Liam’s breathing was heavy, his chest unbearably tight. He clenched the white envelope containing the DNA results so hard the paper nearly crumpled in his grip.Evan’s innocent face kept flashing through his mind. The shy little boy with dimples whenever he smiled.How could this even happen? How could that child be my fl

BAB 94 — THE CROSSROADSThe house felt silent.Far too silent for someone like Chatrine Madison.Usually, she was accustomed to silence. She even enjoyed it, treating it as a space where her restless mind could work without interruption. But this time, the silence had transformed into an invisible prison.She had been sitting in the living room since morning, her slender fingers wrapped around a cup of tea that had long gone cold. Every so often, her eyes drifted toward the door before returning once again to the ticking wall clock, each second striking her awareness like a hammer.Truthfully, Chatrine could have left at any moment.One simple movement and she could have grabbed her car keys and disappeared.Did she not already possess enough evidence? Enough reasons?She already knew there was a massive secret spinning behind her back, destroying her dignity as an educated modern woman.Yet strangely, her feet refused to move.Her heart refused to walk away.Chatrine Madison, a woman

BAB 96 — LEFT ALONELiam not only had to continue living.He was also determined to build success for Conelli Gallery.He had to become the kind of leader his workers could trust.That afternoon, the sky above Canterbury hung dark and heavy. The fading sunlight pierced through the massive glass windows of Conelli Gallery, casting orange reflections across the warehouse floor. The workers had already returned to their routines with renewed energy. The sound of saws cutting wood, hammers striking nails, and footsteps echoing against concrete blended together like a stubborn symphony of life refusing to die.Throughout the entire day, Liam buried himself in work.He checked details inside the production warehouse and personally inspected the condition of furniture scheduled for shipment to clients.“The finished pieces can be loaded into the container now!” Robert called out to the workers.“Boss, who’s handling the invoices?” Marko shouted from beside the shipping container.Usually, ev

CHAPTER 98 TELLING ISABELIn that instant, Isabel saw the resemblance.The dimples.The thick brows.The deep gaze, the innocent tilt of his head. Everything about the little boy looked painfully similar to Liam as a child.Liam looked back at his mother, whose eyes were still filled with shock, disbelief, and emotions too tangled to name.Evanka also held Isabel’s gaze. Three pairs of eyes collided in silence. Isabel stood frozen. Liam could barely breathe. Evanka faced them both with a calmness that looked carefully forced.Then, at last, Evanka spoke softly.“I came to let Liam meet his son.”The sentence lingered in the air and struck Isabel straight in the heart.Somewhere far away, the faint sound of morning birds drifted through the cold air. On the terrace of that small house, time itself seemed to stop.And Isabel fainted.That afternoon, the Conelli house remained wrapped in heavy silence.The only cheerful sound came from Evan, who sat in front of the television in the fami

CHAPTER 100 — EVAN’S CHEERFULNESSThe morning after the rain left Canterbury wrapped in damp air and pale gray skies. Thin clouds softened the sunlight, while the final days of autumn scattered golden brown leaves across the gallery courtyard whenever the wind drifted through the open square.Liam had already been at the gallery since sunrise, sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pencil tucked behind his ear. The sounds of cutting machines and hammer strikes blended with the scent of fresh sawdust filling the workshop.“Not too deep, Samuel. The grain could split if the pressure’s too hard,” he said while leaning over a massive oak board spread across the worktable.Samuel Barco, who had worked beside him for years, nodded quickly. “Understood, Boss.”Liam moved to the other side of the room, inspecting the carving on a custom cabinet. Across the long drafting table lay sketches and reference photographs of Evanka’s home interior in Yorkshire.Robert, the middle aged workshop supervisor