The elderly woman in Evelyn's arms was deathly pale.

Her arm hung limp.

Alexander Vance charged forward.

His face was stoic, but a storm raged in his eyes.

Eleanor was his last source of warmth in this world.

Her health had been failing for years.

Doctors had hinted she might not make it through this year.

He could not lose her.

Evelyn spoke quickly as he approached. "Mrs. Vance had a heart attack."

"The emergency medicine is gone. She needs more immediately."

She paused, then added. "She will be fine if treated in time."

Alexander's lips pressed into a tight line.

He took his grandmother and rushed into the Vance mansion without looking back.

Evelyn remained outside.

Linda still clung desperately to her leg.

Isabella watched Alexander's retreating figure, a strange unease in her heart. "Was that really Mrs. Vance?"

"How could Mrs. Vance be with Evelyn? She's the grandmother of Evelyn's husband!"

Linda finally let go.

She stood up, brushing dust off her clothes. "Mr. Vance was just worried about a death on their property."

"A scandal about the Vances refusing to help would look bad…"

She shot a venomous glare at Evelyn. "She knew that. That's why she dared to bring that old woman here."

Isabella frowned in thought.

It made sense.

It was impossible for Evelyn's lowlife husband to be Alexander Vance.

She was overthinking…

The main gate of the Vance estate swung open.

Julian Evans stepped out.

Isabella's eyes lit up.

She smiled sweetly. "Julian, I told you to wait at the parking lot. Why did you come to the gate?"

Julian looked annoyed.

Isabella had texted she was almost here.

She had too many gifts and begged him to come help.

He had waited in the parking lot for a long time.

He finally came out to check.

His eyes fell on Evelyn.

He stopped walking.

His impatience vanished, replaced by a gentle expression.

He spoke softly to Isabella. "It's your first time here. I was worried you'd get lost."

Isabella ran over and linked her arm with his, cooing. "You're so sweet, Julian~"

She probed carefully. "Is Mrs. Vance home today?"

"Yes."

"Has she been home all day?"

"Yes. Great-grandmother is unwell. She rests at home all year."

Mrs. Vance lived in a separate wing.

She disliked disturbances.

Julian answered absently.

Isabella felt completely relieved.

Julian's gaze swept over Evelyn brazenly.

He scrutinized every tiny expression on her face.

He searched for jealousy, envy, or resentment.

He found nothing.

His face darkened.

Evelyn was worried about the old lady.

She paid no attention to their performance.

She was now almost certain the "grandson" was Alexander Vance.

She looked at the gate, wondering if she would be stopped if she tried to enter now.

A shadow fell over her.

Julian blocked her path.

He said coldly, "Evelyn, here to see me? Finally came to your senses?"

Evelyn: ?

Julian sneered, his words cutting. "A call would have sufficed if you'd thought it over."

"Who said you could come to the Vance estate? Do you think someone like you, a love child, is allowed through these gates?"

"…"

Evelyn pressed her lips together and stayed silent.

Her stubborn expression softened Julian's heart.

"If you really want to see inside, it might be arranged…"

Isabella cut him off. "You misunderstood, Julian."

"Evelyn is waiting for her husband's grandmother. The old woman had a heart attack just now."

"Mr. Vance carried her inside for emergency treatment…"

Julian froze. "…Husband?"

Isabella smiled. "I never got the chance to tell you. Evelyn is married…"

Julian's eyes reddened instantly.

He gritted his teeth. "Evelyn, who is that man?!"

He sounded like a man catching his wife cheating.

Evelyn's eyes held mockery. "Julian, who my husband is is none of your business."

Julian raised his voice sharply. "How is it none of my business? I'd like to see who dared marry you without my permission!"

Isabella quickly added fuel. "According to Evelyn's mother, he's some lowlife."

Julian clenched his fists, lashing out recklessly. "You'd degrade yourself like this? A love child and a lowlife. A perfect match!"

Isabella continued fanning the flames. "Evelyn probably isn't satisfied either. That's why she's always pestering Mr. Vance…"

Evelyn let out a cold, derisive laugh. "Isabella, you call yourself a lady from a good family."

"Yet your mind is so filthy. Is there nothing else in there?"

Isabella's face stiffened.

Her fingers tightened.

She sighed. "Evelyn, I know you're trying to get back at me and Julian."

"But Mr. Vance is already married. You shouldn't try to break up someone's marriage…"

Julian exploded in rage.

He had been waiting for Evelyn's call these past two days.

He thought if she begged for mercy, he might let her off.

So she had already found her next target?!

He was furious. "No wonder your husband's grandmother had a heart attack at the Vance gates!"

"You came to see my uncle, didn't you? Evelyn, have you no shame?!"

He trembled with anger.

He pointed at Evelyn and ordered the guard. "See this face? Remember it. Don't let her set foot inside the Vance estate!"

Isabella lowered her head, hiding a smug smile.

She could almost call the shots at the Vance gates…

The next moment, the Vance housekeeper emerged from inside.

Her gaze swept over the group and settled on Evelyn.

"Miss Evelyn Ross, sir requests your presence inside."

Isabella was stunned.

Julian was dumbfounded.

Evelyn looked up.

She glanced at the guard with a faint, mocking smile. "So, can I go in now?"

The guard cautiously peeked at Julian.

Then he opened the gate without hesitation.

He knew very well who was in charge at the Vances…

……

The Vance estate was vast.

A golf cart transported Evelyn to the main residence's entrance.

The housekeeper was respectful. "Mrs. Vance is stable now."

"She and sir are waiting for you in the drawing room."

Evelyn felt slightly relieved.

As she got off the cart, she saw the Ashcroft's BMW X7 parked not far away in the lot.

Isabella, Linda, and Julian, led by him, marched over with aggressive air.

They met Evelyn at the entrance.

Linda glared at her angrily. "Mr. Vance must have called you here to collect your grandmother."

"Take her and get out. Don't let your filthy kind dirty the Vance carpets!"

As she spoke, they entered the drawing room.

They immediately saw Mrs. Vance seated in the host's chair.

The old lady glared at them furiously.

She said sharply, "You wicked woman! Who are you calling filthy?!"