Novel & Cerita Evelyn Miller Author

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” “Yes. I swear.” Evelyn’s voice was firm. “Then let’s begin.” Attorney David’s tone sharpened. “Tell us what happened. How did you find out that Mr. Micah was attempting to rape your colleague while your mistress was away?” My breath caught. Evelyn’s gaze met mine, unwavering, cold, full of contempt. Her voice was calm, but her eyes burned with something far deeper. “I was tending to one of the rooms,” she began.

The Wilding Estate, London... Anna Wilding sneered contemptuously at the woman seated opposite her. What drivel was she preparing to spew? And how did she manage to slither onto the grounds, at this hour of the night? Clearly, security was lacking on the estate. ‘And what did you say your name was?’ Anna asked coldly. ‘Eva Miller, Dr. Eva Miller. We have met before, Mrs. Wilding. I treated your daughter in law after her fall down the stairs a few weeks ago.’

Anya’s POV: Before the doctor could answer, I looked up and suddenly saw Liam and Lola. Immediately, my face darkened. “Mr. Miller and Mrs. Miller, what are you doing here?” “We are here to visit Evan.” “He is recovering very well now. There is no need for you to worry about him.” Lola sneered and said disdainfully, “Come on, there is no need to lie to us. We have already asked the doctor just now. The doctor said that the probability of Evan’s waking was very small.”

The thought of never being able to see Havyn again felt like she had taken a knife to the heart. That kind of pain was just like when her baby left her. She couldn't understand why she cared so much about Havyn. Just as her nervous hands clenched into fists, she heard Nathan's calm, deep voice next to her ear. "Don't be afraid. I won't let you die." Once again, his tone inexplicably reminded her of Warren. She glanced at Nathan with some surprise, but he was intently examining the control panel. Evelyn gathered all her courage and walked toward the elderly person sitting by the table. She softly called out, "Mr. Miller Senior."

“You help him keep women locked up. You think that makes you better?” Evelyn didn’t flinch. “I survive. That’s the difference.” “For what?” Amira whispered. “Money? Power?” “No,” Evelyn said. “Because once upon a time, I was you. I was pregnant. I tried to run. And I lost everything.” That silenced the room. Amira’s voice was barely a whisper. “Your baby?” Evelyn nodded once. “Gone before it could scream.” Amira stared. “You stayed after that?”

“Perhaps I had someone watching her for her own protection.” “Don’t.” “Don’t what, Declan?” “Don’t lie to me in this room one more time.” My voice came out harder than I intended, years of restraint finally cracking under the weight of everything I’d learned in the past month. “I know about the loan. I know about the containment clause. I know Evelyn Ward’s death was staged and buried, and I know you’ve spent twenty-five years making sure nobody ever asked the questions Milly is asking right now.”