Chapter 113 I Don't Eat My Words
Evelyn had finally managed to escape from Grandpa Doyle and was thinking of finding a secluded spot to rest when Dermot appeared beside her, seemingly out of nowhere.
"I'm sorry about Grandpa Doyle..."
"Mr. Doyle, did you think I was joking when I referred to Grandpa Doyle as my grandfather?" Evelyn stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him.
Dermot froze, listening as she continued, "Since he really is your grandfather, naturally, I won't make a big deal out of it."
"I was being narrow-minded," Dermot felt helpless, as if he was always on the losing side with Evelyn.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Evelyn curved her lips and said indifferently, "Although I just said in front of Grandpa Doyle that Mr. Doyle is no different from anyone else in my eyes, there is one thing I want Mr. Doyle to be clear about."
"What is it?"
"I, as a person, never go back on my word," she said.
Having said that, she turned and walked away, unconcerned about whether Dermot was angry or feeling any other emotion.
In fact, Dermot wasn't angry, just a little sad. He knew that what Evelyn said in front of Grandpa Doyle wasn't entirely true.
Well, in the end, he asked for it. Who could he blame?
As soon as Evelyn sat down, Keith slyly approached her and asked in a low voice, "Does Grandpa Doyle want you and Dermot to remarry?"
"Hmm." Evelyn didn't deny it. It was quite obvious, and Keith could tell, so it wasn't surprising.
"What do you think? You're not really considering remarrying him, are you?" It wouldn't be fun if that were the case.
Evelyn glanced at him, seeing through his thoughts, "Whether I remarry him or not, you cannot take advantage of it in your battles with him."
"I understand." Keith smiled, "I'm just worried about you."
"Oh?" That was quite rare to hear.
"Dermot didn't cherish you before. How can you guarantee that he'll cherish you in the future? Look at all the women watching him at this banquet. If you remarry him, you'll be too busy dealing with his mistresses." He said sincerely.
Evelyn had to admit that Keith's words were similar to what she was thinking.
"Why bother causing trouble for yourself when you can be at ease?" Moreover, she doesn't even like Dermot.
"Alright, you don't have to worry about me and him." With that, she stood up and headed towards the restroom.
Not far away, as Natalie watched Evelyn walk towards the restroom, her eyes lit up. "This is my chance."
"What are you going to do?" Natalie asked.
"Mind your own business and just wait to see her embarrass herself," she replied, then proceeded towards the restroom as well.
Natalie appeared concerned on the surface, but in reality, she couldn't care less.
Idiot!
What else can she comment on this woman, whom falls for two simple sentences and becomes a pawn?
She leisurely drank her wine, anticipating the so-called spectacle, relishing in her gloomy mood.
In the restroom, when Natalie walked in, she didn't see Evelyn, but she guessed that she must be inside one of the stalls.
She picked up a basin from the floor and carefully filled it with dirty water, quietly approaching the stall.
All other stall doors could be pushed open except for one, leading her to believe that Evelyn was inside.
A triumphant smile appeared on her face as she imagined pouring the dirty water onto Evelyn, envisioning the scene of her being despised by everyone.
Just thinking about it made her feel satisfied.
She lifted the basin and was about to pour the water from above the stall when she heard someone speak at the entrance.
"What are you doing?"
"Bang!"
Natalie, upon seeing the person at the entrance, was startled, and in her panic, accidentally fell from the chair to the ground.
And the dirty water in her hand just happened to spill all over herself.
The scene was quite comical.
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