Chapter 505 Nobody Can Take Away What's Yours
That evening at the Kyte family estate, Dermot dropped Evelyn at the entrance.
"Be careful. Call me if you need anything. I'll be right outside," he said, recognizing that his current status didn't permit him to accompany her inside. Waiting for her at the door was all he could offer.
Evelyn, stepping out of the car, looked back at him quickly. "There's no need for that. Dramatic much? He's still my biological father; I'm sure my safety isn't in question."
The thought of keeping Dermot—a busy man—waiting didn't sit well with her.
"Yeah, you have a point," Dermot agreed, though without any intention of leaving.
Evelyn, with a touch of exasperation, continued, "You should get going. Don't waste your time here. If anything comes up, I'll call you, and you can come back."
"Alright." Finally, Dermot conceded.
Heading toward the mansion, Evelyn noted that Blake must have spread the word of her arrival. A servant promptly met her at the door and escorted her inside.
Dermot remained in the car, only lifting his gaze from the rearview mirror—where he had watched Evelyn disappear into the distance—to the sprawling estate a stone's throw away. The Kyte family's prominence among Columbia's elite was undeniable; owning such an expansive manor in the heart of a city where real estate was worth its weight in gold spoke to more than just deep pockets.
"Not strong enough," Dermot muttered to himself.
With a turn of the ignition, he drove off, aware that lingering wasn't going to change anything. He had a lot on his plate. That afternoon, the conversation with Evelyn had been illuminating; he had no intention of becoming the next Blake, and to avoid that fate, he knew he had to become stronger, to ensure that no one could keep them apart.
Inside the manor, a servant escorted Evelyn to the parlor and said, "Ms. Kyte, Mr. Doyle asked for you to wait here."
"Thank you," Evelyn replied with a nod and a smile, taking a seat on the sofa without a hint of discomfort.
Upstairs, Dora and Lucia appeared at the top of the staircase, catching sight of Evelyn seated below. Both of their expressions soured instantly.
It had taken all afternoon for Dora to persuade Lucia to come to terms with Evelyn being a Kyte daughter, which was the only reason Lucia managed to contain her feelings at this moment. As a Kyte's lady, she was expected to embody a certain decorum, and without prior warning, she might've lost her composure completely.
"Mom, just look at her acting as if she belongs," Lucia hissed, unable to hide her contempt.
Dora took a steadying breath. "Indeed. I'd wager that little vixen has set her sights on claiming the Kyte name this very trip to Columbia."
"Mom, you have to support me! I refuse to accept someone like her as my sister!" A sister? Was Evelyn even worthy of the title?
If it hadn't been for her mother's restraint, Lucia would have charged down there that instant and demanded Evelyn to leave their home.
Dora turned, offering a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, dear. I'll handle this."
"There can only be one Kyte daughter, you. The Kyte legacy is yours and yours alone. No one, absolutely no one, can take what belongs to you."
And if anyone dared, Dora would ensure they'd rue the day they crossed her path.
"Come, let's go greet Lady Ginger," Dora said with a sarcastic chuckle, leading Lucia downstairs.
Evelyn, flipping through a magazine on the couch, looked up instinctively at the sound of footsteps. There, at the stairwell, stood Dora and Lucia.
Seasoned in the ways of diplomacy and deception, Dora, for all her inner loathing of Evelyn, managed to plaster a strained smile on her face.
By comparison, Lucia had dropped all pretenses, her gaze upon Evelyn so intense it was as if she wanted to devour her.
Evelyn greeted Marina and her companion with earnest sincerity, which left them both utterly flabbergasted.
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