Unmasking the Heiress

She hurried closer and was shocked to see a thick tube already inserted into Evangeline's mouth.

Unable to speak, Evangeline could only wave to Roslyn, giving her a reassuring look.

Roslyn trusted that James would not harm Evangeline, but it broke her heart to see her in such distress.

Why did Evangeline, the cherished princess of the Foster family, blessed with a prestigious background and remarkable talents, have to face such trials? Luckily, there was not much left in Evangeline's stomach, but they managed to retrieve a trace of milk.

James saw the sample and immediately ordered it to be sent for analysis.

In an instant, the once bustling hospital room was left eerily quiet.

Julieta had gone back to the family's old house to make some healing chicken soup for Evangeline, leaving her alone with Roslyn and James.

"Uncle James, how did you guys even start suspecting Julia?" said Evangeline. No matter what Julia did, Evangeline would not bat an eye.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

However, James, with his legal mind, would not point fingers without some solid proof.

"It was your buddy Celina," he revealed. "She recognized the waiter who was cleaning up the shattered milk glass. Said she'd seen him working for Julia before."

He continued, "You know how it is. Your Uncle Yale and I don't let anything suspicious slide. And when it comes to the Foster kids, even the ones not yet born, we can't let their stories end without an explanation!" Evangeline nodded, signaling to James that she got the message.

"Uncle James, count me in on getting to the bottom of this. Because... I can't stand the thought of my baby's fate being so... murky."

A mother's intuition was never

wrong. Her baby had been so full of

life inside her, kicking and squirming all the time. That weird pain she felt right before she fell made her.

suspect foul play even moreelt

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However, Celina, coming forward with her hunch to the uncles? That was a twist Evangeline had not seen coming.

She had always known Celina was in Julia's corner.

Evangeline was not one to twist arms, and though she had toyed with the idea of bringing Celina over to her side, she never truly tried. Celina had started to think for herself, and Evangeline could not be happier about it. Maybe it was the perfect time for Celina to join her.

...

"Achoo!" Huddled outside the shed, Celina gave her nose a rub and kept zoning out as she stared at the ground.

It hit her only after she had confessed to Yale. What was she even doing?

'Celina, you're from the Bennison family, Julia's right hand, remember? Isn't this just like betraying them?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, the

pain throbbing in her temples. All she could see was her grandfather's gentle, smiling face. However, she was the one who had made it out of the Bennison family's brutal clean-up. Even if she stayed loyal, what good would it do? They had already kicked her to the curb, and she could not bear to think of what might have happened to her grandpa.

Maybe, once things settled down with Evangeline, she would have to hit the road. She longed to go back home, to see her grandpa. Maybe, just maybe, she could bring him

back there to live...

Just then, a pair of glossy black shoes caught her eye. She did not get up, just let her gaze drift up from the shoes to meet a face that was all high-and-mighty coldness.