Chapter 214

Victoria Sinclair was still recognized as a daughter of the Montgomery family. She deserved some credit for tolerating that deranged old woman in the Montgomery mansion all these years.

Perhaps the Montgomery brothers were still holding out hope for the real Ms. Montgomery to return?

In their dreams! That would never happen—not in this lifetime.

Victoria sat down, her face hidden behind her hands, but the corners of her lips curled into a sinister smirk.

For now, she would play along. Once the Montgomery brothers attended her engagement ceremony, she could move forward with her next step.

As for the wedding gifts… she’d find a way to secure them.

Even if she couldn’t demand them outright, that senile old woman might just hand them over willingly. And that wouldn’t interfere with her arrangement with Alexander.

The real Ms. Montgomery would never return—Victoria had already stolen her place.

Meanwhile, Evelyn Carter sat in her office, sketching designs for the engagement ceremony venue. The romantic, dreamy layout she’d drawn brought a wistful smile to her lips.

In truth, she had once imagined her own wedding. But her marriage to Nathaniel had been rushed—no ceremony, no formalities.

Back then, he had been unconscious, clinging to life by a thread.

Young and infatuated, Evelyn hadn’t regretted marrying him. But who could have predicted how things would turn out?

Distance was best when it came to the person you loved.

If she could turn back time, she’d smack her past self upside the head.

What did Nathaniel’s life or death have to do with her?

Pitying a man was the beginning of misfortune—and she was living proof.

A few silent curses later, she exhaled sharply, then gently touched her stomach. Baby, I don’t resent you. I may despise that bastard, but I love children.

Just then, her phone rang—Margaret Dawson.

"Evelyn, the demolition team came by this afternoon. Tomorrow’s the signing, but they told me someone already signed for our house!"

"What? Nathaniel already handled this. Who signed it?"

"According to the neighbors, your adoptive parents were here earlier. It must’ve been them. What do we do now?"

Evelyn shot to her feet and grabbed her bag. "Stay calm, Aunt Margaret. I’m on my way."

Jonathan Reeves caught up to her in the hallway. "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Family emergency."

"Let me drive you. It’s quitting time anyway."

Evelyn, eager to reach Margaret, nodded and slid into his car.

They sped toward the old neighborhood.

The moment they arrived, Evelyn saw her adoptive parents harassing Margaret.

She stormed over, her voice icy. "Stop! What the hell are you doing?"

Beverly Simmons smirked. "I signed the demolition papers, Evelyn Carter. That house is ours. Don’t think you’re getting a single penny."

Evelyn’s brows furrowed. "That’s impossible. You don’t own it. How could you sign anything?"

Jonathan stepped forward. "Evelyn, stay with Aunt Margaret. I’ll talk to the project manager."

Beverly and Walter exchanged smug glances before she sneered. "Waste your time if you want. The papers are signed. Come on, Walter. Let’s go wait for our money."

As Evelyn comforted Margaret, Jonathan returned from the office, his expression grim. "Evelyn… did you piss someone off?"