Chapter 268
Victoria Langley and Richard Langley exchanged a knowing smile as they watched Evelyn Laurent's confident demeanor.
The tense expressions on Alexander Langley and his brothers' faces gradually relaxed.
"Evelyn, promise you'll tell us if anything happens." Alexander ruffled her hair, his voice tender yet firm.
Warmth blossomed in Evelyn's chest.
This was what real family felt like.
They stood in stark contrast to Vincent Lowell's household - always having her back, protecting her unconditionally.
This warmth was slowly melting the ice around her heart.
Her fingers curled into determined fists.
She would hold onto this family with everything she had.
Back in her bedroom, Evelyn's thoughts drifted unbidden to Ethan Sullivan.
What exactly were his feelings for her?
The question kept her tossing and turning.
She strained to recall details of that kidnapping incident, but the memories remained frustratingly elusive.
Meanwhile, in Alexander's room.
The blue glow of his computer screen illuminated his grim expression.
"Find out who Ethan's true love is." His voice turned icy as he issued the command through the phone. "Immediately."
He wouldn't tolerate anyone hurting his sister.
Next door, Victoria's composed mask slipped the moment she closed the door.
"We need to uncover why Ethan hasn't called off the engagement." Her voice held a dangerous edge.
Sophia Lowell's earlier comment had allowed her to catch Ethan's fleeting moment of panic.
Though Ethan's affection for Evelyn seemed genuine, what if...
What if Evelyn was merely a substitute?
Richard embraced his wife gently. "Don't worry too much. Ethan isn't that kind of man."
"He's not an ordinary man." Victoria's eyes turned sharp.
Both knew the blood staining Ethan's hands from claiming the Sullivan family's leadership.
Sleep would elude them tonight.
Evelyn restlessly pondered Ethan in her bed.
Alexander investigated through the night.
His five brothers each pursued their own leads.
Richard deployed his most elite intelligence operatives.
As for Ethan...
Staring at the ceiling, an overwhelming unease gripped him.
All of it traced back to Sophia's fatal words.