Husband!

Evelyn clearly remembered she was not William Ashcroft's biological daughter.

Yet she had grown up bearing the title of the Ashcroft family's love child.

For years, she was deeply troubled by this identity.

She even felt her blood was tainted with filth.

Linda Lowell brainwashed her day and night.

Repeatedly telling her she owed the Ashcrofts and was indebted to Isabella.

She recalled that cold winter when she was thirteen.

She knelt on the freezing ground for ten full hours.

Her thin clothes offered no protection against the biting wind.

Finally, she lifted her head stubbornly.

She asked Linda, "Can I leave the Ashcroft family cleanly now?"

From that day on, she never spoke of her origins again.

Julian Evans once accused her of deception and concealment.

But she hadn't done it intentionally.

She simply didn't know how to bring it up.

She had planned to confess everything to him upon graduation.

Looking back now, for over twenty years.

She had been tightly imprisoned by Linda using the cage of "love child."

Was a person's origin truly that important?

Evelyn had long since figured it out.

She just hadn't learned to face it openly.

Now, she could finally be at peace.

…

The entire private room fell into dead silence.

Everyone stared at Evelyn in shock.

Then they turned to look at Isabella.

Whispers gradually arose.

"They're actually sisters?"

"What sisters? She's a love child! Evelyn's mother is a mistress!"

"Isabella must hate her to the core, right?"

"But Evelyn always worked part-time for her tuition…"

Sophia Watson suddenly shrieked, "Evelyn, you actually hid something like this! Your background is disgusting! Your mother is a mistress, so you're a seductress! How could I have a classmate like you?"

She turned to Isabella. "Isabella, you're too kind. Why didn't you say it earlier?"

In elementary and middle school, Isabella always made sure the whole class knew Evelyn's identity.

Back then, children all despised mistresses and stepmothers.

But by high school, this tactic no longer worked.

Most people weren't as extreme as Sophia.

"What era is this? Judging someone by their origin? Is your family royalty?"

"Funny. My ancestors were from the Aisin Gioro clan. Did I boast about it?"

"Really? You're descended from royalty?"

"Can't you tell it's a joke? Get lost…"

Several classmates couldn't stand it and retorted.

"Heroes aren't measured by their origins. Evelyn didn't choose her background."

"As long as she's excellent enough, who cares about her origin?"

"Trace back three generations, and everyone's family were farmers."

Sophia was left speechless and flushed with anger. "Have you all been bewitched by this seductress? Only the boys are defending her!"

This angered the female classmates present.

"Sophia, you're going too far! Evelyn might be aloof, but she's a good person!"

"Once when I was on duty and couldn't reach a high spot, she helped me!"

"I think you're just jealous that James defended Dr. Nan!"

"With your attitude, people who dislike you aren't limited by gender!"

"You have a good background. Can you surpass Dr. Nan in research?"

…

Everyone criticized Sophia.

Isabella watched coldly.

See? If she told the truth, she would end up like Sophia.

Seeing Sophia was about to be reduced to tears, Isabella spoke softly. "Everyone is right. So Evelyn, you really shouldn't marry someone hastily because of your origin… You should ask Dad's opinion… Yesterday when Dad met your husband, he was very angry and heartbroken for you…"

This woke Sophia up.

She stood up abruptly and glared at the boys. "You say you don't mind, but would you actually marry her?"

The boys fell silent.

Sophia sneered. "Her mother is a mistress. A woman like that gives birth to daughters who are inherently cheap! Aren't you afraid of being cheated on?"

"Marriage is about two families. Can you guarantee your parents would agree?"

"None of you would dare marry her!"

"Julian pursued her for four years, but in the end, he didn't want her either!"

"So she could only marry a construction worker! A love child matches a lowlife. Perfect!"

The private room fell silent.

Isabella was secretly pleased.

This was the effect she wanted.

No matter how capable Evelyn was, she only deserved a construction worker!

At that moment, Alexander Vance's deep voice rang out. "Have you said enough?"

Everyone looked at him.

The man's gaze was profound, his voice cold. "Who said her husband is a construction worker?"