Novel & Cerita Evelyn M M

Then she wrapped her arms around me, patting my back gently like I was a child. “Go to sleep, Emma. We have to get up early to chop wood tomorrow.” The pale moonlight filtered through the thin, paper-covered windows, casting a soft light on her face. She was only twenty-two, but the corners of her eyes were already lined with fine wrinkles. Her face was etched with exhaustion and weariness. She didn’t look like this when I first met her. Her real name was Evelyn Anderson. She must’ve been the shining light in her family’s eyes.

Adrian called his secretary, Michael, and asked her to investigate who had conducted the interview with Evelyn and what led to the decision not to hire her. Michael, being a trusted and loyal member of the team, swiftly delved into the matter. After a thorough investigation, she discovered that Natalie, a senior executive at Lincoln Designs, was the one who had interviewed Evelyn. He found some irregularities in Natalie's feedback, indicating personal bias rather than a fair assessment of Evelyn's qualifications.

Mercy said finally. Her voice was steady. But there was confusion beneath it. “Yes,” Evelyn replied. Mercy let out a quiet breath. “I think you should explain that,” she said. Evelyn nodded. “That is why I am here.” Evelyn rose slowly from her seat. Her movements were calm and deliberate. She walked toward a leather folder that had been placed neatly on the table earlier. She picked it up and returned to where Mercy stood. She didn't rush Mercy. She did not pressure her. Instead, she spoke with quiet care. “My name is Evelyn Margaret Townsend,” she began. “I am the matriarch of the Townsend family.”

Supposedly a suicide. Raven’s pulse spiked. The pattern was obvious. Evelyn didn’t just protect her family. She erased problems. Scrolling through digitized clippings, she found something worse, a declassified intelligence memo from the Cold War years. Evelyn Morreau had been flagged by Interpol as “a person of interest in offshore financial movements connected to arms trading.” Though nothing was proven and it had never been pursued, because who would dare touch the queen of Italian high society? Raven leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Evelyn wasn’t merely complicit in trafficking. She’d orchestrated killings and she’d gotten away with it for decades.

"Evelyn, as in Evelyn White? The CEO of Eva's and Co.? The beautiful, sexy, hot and smart Evelyn White? Your Evelyn White?" I rolled my eyes again at his stupid description. "No. Evelyn Parker. Evelyn Morrison. Evelyn Pristley. How many other Evelyns do you know about? Of course, the same Evelyn. White, you shithead!" I scowled at him to which he raised his hands in surrender.

“This is a family matter. I don’t see how it concerns you.” Smiling sheepishly, Evelyn holds out her hand. “I guess I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Evelyn Valentine, an old college friend of Mikey,” she uses my husband’s old nickname and I cringe. Nobody’s called him that since college. “Oh, I know who you are,” I smile back, struggling to keep my tone civil. “Michael told me all about you before we got married.” Her face blanches and her smile fades but only for a moment before she tosses her long blonde hair over one shoulder, showcasing her elegant swan-neck as she flashes me an even more dazzling smile. “Silly me, of course.”

Elegant handwriting filled the paper. Not Samuel's. Not the physician's report. This was different. More personal. More human. The first line stole the air from her lungs. «If Elena ever returns to Mercy, then I have already failed to protect her.» Her breathing stopped. The next line blurred before her eyes. «My name is Dr. Evelyn Moore. I was assigned to observe Subject E.H.-1, but somewhere along the way, I forgot she was ever a subject. She became a frightened little girl who smiled every time someone praised her for solving puzzles. I should have saved her sooner.»

She had simply known enough to believe ordinary mail was unsafe. Leah’s hand moved unconsciously toward the pocket where Patricia’s card still rested. She stopped herself halfway. Daniel saw. He did not comment. Instead, he spoke to Elaine. “What public contacts can we find around Evelyn?” Elaine opened her notes. “Music teacher. Recital accompanist. Possible school counselor. Donor host. Transportation contact through Wilmere Trust. A youth legal-aid program listed in the same community arts notice, though not directly tied to Evelyn yet.”

My pulse quickened, Matthew connected the drive to one of the secure computers, the monitor flickered. A login screen appeared, no company logo, no file names, only a single username, Evelyn Raphael. My mother’s name, I stopped breathing. A password box blinked beneath it, waiting for me.

"Couldn't really celebrate until the dust cleared out." Evelyn lets out a soft laugh, smoothing down the top page of the medical file. "Well, rest easy now. He is officially off royal property, which means my favorite pregnant author can finally relax." She sits down right beside me, holding the printed reports from the MoonCrown hospital clinic so we can read them together. Evelyn isn't working as a doctor here in MoonCrown since she is just visiting as a guest for the event, but having her best friend review the numbers with her makes everything feel so much safer.