Chapter 951: What a Jerk
The small village had no internet and barely knew about the outside world. Outsiders struggled to get info about it, making Evelyn think her mom might've come from a similar place.
But if that were true, finding her would be tough.
"Your mom can't be from some tiny village," Blake said confidently.
Evelyn stayed quiet, waiting for more. "Even though she never talked about her family, her behavior and brand knowledge suggest she's from a well-off family."
He remembered giving Evelyn's mom various high-end items, and she always recognized them, showing she was familiar with luxury brands.
"If that's the case, then someone must've hidden her identity," Blake said, looking serious. Given the Kyte family's influence in Golombia and Libertonia, it was odd that they couldn't find any info.
After a while, Blake sighed, "I'll keep looking. If we meet that person today, we should learn everything."
"Okay, be careful," Evelyn said, worried about any surprises.
After hanging up, Evelyn searched online for clues about her mom but found nothing, not even the surname Calderon.
A knock on the door interrupted her. A patient had pressed the call button. She got up, left the office, and tried to calm down, putting her mom's mystery aside.
In the ward, Evelyn was surprised to see Amelia, who had red eyes like she'd been crying.
"What happened?" Evelyn asked, noticing Quentin by the bed.
Amelia looked apologetic. "Dr. Kyte, it's nothing. I pressed the wrong button by mistake."
Before Evelyn could respond, Quentin said, "No, I pressed it. You're Evelyn Kyte, right?"
Evelyn frowned. "Are you Quentin Lewis?" She remembered Amelia's spouse was named Quentin Lewis and guessed it might be him.
"Yes, that's me," Quentin confirmed.
"Do you have something to say? You know you can't disturb a patient's rest," Evelyn said, annoyed. Amelia was scheduled for surgery soon, and any stress could be dangerous.
Quentin ignored her. He pointed at Amelia. "She won't divorce me. What does she want? To use the Lewis family's money for treatment?"
He'd already spent a lot on Amelia's treatment and didn't want to spend more.
"I've told you, it's not that I don't want to go. I'm hospitalized; can't you see?" Amelia said, heartbroken, wondering why she ever liked him.
He was rushing the divorce because his mistress couldn't wait to marry him.
She didn't mind divorcing such a jerk and had agreed to handle the paperwork after being discharged, but Quentin still came to push her, insisting she do it today.
She was genuinely upset, unable to understand how Quentin could be such a jerk!
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