The call went out.
The dial tone sounded.
Evelyn held her breath.
Her sister must be safe...
"Beep, beep—"
Her heartbeat quickened.
No one answered.
An engine sounded outside.
Chloe cried for her mother in fear.
Evelyn frowned.
Forget it.
She was going to the Vance estate anyway.
She ended the call.
Stepped outside.
It was a small villa.
A business car waited at the door.
Zack Davis threw Chloe into the back seat.
He took the driver's seat.
Mrs. Davis followed with the luggage.
She sat in the passenger seat.
Zack urged impatiently.
Evelyn got in silently.
Held the trembling Chloe.
She found clean pants from the luggage.
Changed Chloe's diaper.
Secured her in the car seat.
Chloe whimpered softly.
Too scared to cry aloud.
Evelyn pulled the phone from her pocket.
The screen lit up.
It showed a photo of Grace Nan and Chloe.
This was her sister's phone...
The car entered the highway.
Scenery flew past the window.
Evelyn calmly sorted through events.
The drugged incense in the restaurant private room.
Escaping the sinking ship.
Grace Nan pushing her onto the wooden plank.
Rescue by the large ship.
Waking up as Grace Nan.
Her sister's phone in her pocket.
The doctor uncle Chloe mentioned.
Iron infusion.
Fainting by the pool...
None of it made sense.
Grace Nan's words echoed in her ears.
They found us.
They want to kill us.
They want to kill you, Evelyn.
I exposed you...
Evelyn's brow furrowed tightly.
So "they" wanted to kill her?
But got the wrong person?
No.
Why take Grace Nan onto the ship after drugging them?
Their most obvious difference was the teardrop mole.
Who was behind this?
Who wanted them dead?
Who saved them?
How did she end up at Grace Nan's home?
It was a tangled mess.
Evelyn took a deep breath.
Looked at the phone.
Remembered the password Grace Nan mentioned.
She asked for Chloe's birthday.
Chloe answered in a baby voice, June twenty-sixth.
She entered 0626.
The screen unlocked.
The messages were empty.
Not even spam messages.
They had definitely texted each other.
Grace Nan must have deleted each message after sending.
WhatsApp only had everyday chats.
No clues.
Evelyn put away the phone.
Decided to wait and see.
First, the Vance estate.
Zack focused on driving.
Mrs. Davis watched her from the rearview mirror.
She sneered.
The company is yours.
Zack is making money for whom.
Is it so hard to ask you to do a simple thing.
Zack scoffed.
Grace doesn't like socializing.
Thinks it's beneath her.
Beneath her?
Does she really think she's some wealthy heiress.
All that talk about recruiting a live-in son-in-law was exaggerated.
Turns out the pathetic little company only makes two hundred thousand a year?
Mrs. Davis looked at her son.
You got the short end of the stick marrying into this family.
She must have tricked you.
Evelyn refused to let her sister be slandered.
She retorted directly.
Zack.
Did Grace Nan really deceive you when you got married?
Zack hesitated.
Changed the subject.
Why bring up the past.
Evelyn knew she had guessed correctly.
Grace Nan was gentle and honest.
She must have explained the situation during the marriage talks.
The suburban villa in New York was worth two million.
The company's two hundred thousand annual income covered expenses.
No need to exaggerate.
Mrs. Davis wouldn't let it go.
Behave well at the Vance estate later.
Don't be so lifeless.
Otherwise, why did we bring you.
Remember that.
Evelyn lowered her eyes.
Look at that dead face again.
Mrs. Davis tattled.
Useless at everything.
Only knows how to upset me at home.
Zack scoffed.
Don't worry, Mom.
She's from a modest background and hasn't seen the world.
Once she sees the Vances' luxury.
She'll naturally know how to please people.
Mrs. Davis sneered.
True.
She stays cooped up at home all day.
What kind of experience could she have.
Evelyn couldn't be bothered to respond.
The car arrived at the Vance estate.
She looked out the window.
And froze.