Chapter 344 How Could It Not Be Him
Jessica was challenging Eric's bottom line!
He couldn't imagine that she was actually his own sister!
When did it become like this? When did his beloved sister turn into a gradually out-of-control, gradually fallen devil?
"I'll ask you one more time, who is the mastermind behind this?" Eric almost hysterically roared at her.
"No one is behind this. You can ask a thousand times, and my answer will still be the same."
Jessica slowly stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on her high-end dress, and flirtatiously flicked her long hair. "Eric, I'm about to marry Edward. I'm about to become the wife of the president of the Wellington Group.
I've admired Edward since I was a child. In this life, I won't marry anyone but him. I'm about to marry into a wealthy family. Aren't you happy for me?
Weren't you the one who cared me the most? Was your care for me all fake?"
"Jessica, what nonsense are you talking about!" Eric felt like every word she said was stabbing his heart!
"Yes, you don't care about me anymore. You have Molly now, so what am I to you?" Jessica laughed wildly, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm telling you, Edward will never marry you. Stop dreaming!" Eric was so angry he could almost grind his teeth to dust. "And Molly has never been your enemy."
"Then who she was? Your wife? That idiot?" Jessica laughed with extreme disdain. "Even if I accept it, Mom and Grandpa won't. Eric, see the reality. No matter how much you love her, she can never marry you."
Eric's trembling heart was bleeding, and his breathing became heavy. "I'll decide my own marriage. You and others don't need to worry about it!"
"The same goes for you. My marriage is none of your business." Jessica couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore. She rubbed her bruised arm and walked straight to the door.
"Jessica, I've booked tonight's flight, you're going back to New York. Without my permission, you're not allowed to return to Mugden!"
Eric's eyes were filled with anger and disappointment. He slowly turned his head, "Whether you're willing or not, you have to leave."
"Eric, do you think you can control me now?" Jessica leaned against the door frame, arrogantly raising her chin. "Grandpa said he wants to keep me by his side until I get married. Before I marry Edward, you want to manipulate me? Send me away? Don't even think about it."
"Jessica." Eric took a deep breath, his handsome face turning pale. "If you walk out of this door today, from now on, I am no longer your brother!"
Jessica's eyes were cold, as indifferent as a stranger's. "If you can't stand on the same side as me, then such a brother is not worth having!"
***
Evelyn had no time to deal with rumors because she had more important things to handle.
"Evelyn, you're amazing!"
In the KS WORLD café, Evelyn and Peter sat in a corner.
Peter placed a few photos in front of her. "As you expected, that criminal had a secret room at home, filled with photos of Tiffany. It shows that he is not a crazy fan of Joyce as he claimed. I think he is truly obsessed with Tiffany."
Evelyn pursed her red lips and lowered her voice. "Peter, did you find any other important clues?"
Peter hesitated for a moment and took out a plastic bag containing evidence from his pocket.
Inside the plastic bag was a platinum necklace inlaid with small diamonds. The design was old, and the material was not top-notch.
"I found this at his place. He carefully stored it in a box, which shows its importance to him."
Evelyn had an excellent memory and never forgot anything she saw. She felt the necklace was familiar and quickly searched through the photos.
"This is the one Tiffany used to wear. The photos are identical." She pulled out a photo.
Her sharp eyes made even Peter, an experienced detective, feel inferior. "Evelyn, it's a waste of your talent not to be in my line of work!"
Evelyn's cold red lips curved up. "I can't do it. I have a bad temper and might execute the criminals on the spot."
Peter fell silent.
"It seems Tiffany has a deep connection with this criminal. Tiffany gave him a necklace she often wore. Do you think there might be something fishy between them?" Evelyn's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
"Even if there is, it's all in the past. This can only indirectly prove they knew each other but can't be evidence of Tiffany colluding with him to attack Joyce." Peter said seriously.
"I know. But for me, the current evidence is enough to arrest Tiffany."
Evelyn picked up the pendant and examined it under the light, her dark eyes flashing coldly. "Peter, you've interrogated him, and he won't talk. If he's wholeheartedly working for Tiffany, there won't be any unclear transaction records between them. We can't prove her attempted murder.
"So, what I need to do now is use the information we have to extract more evidence and deal the biggest blow to Tiffany."
Peter was stunned and quickly asked, "Evelyn, what are you planning to do?"
Evelyn leaned back, exuding a strong sense of pressure. "Go to Riverside Villa and have a chat with Tiffany."
After parting with Peter, Evelyn received a call from Nancy, learning that her flight back to Aurora Isle was early the next morning. Evelyn hurried back to Oasis Villa with William.
In the living room, Donna was holding Nancy's hand, both of them tearfully talking.
"Mom, you're exaggerating a bit." Nancy's tone was cheerful, but her eyes were red. "Aurora Isle isn't far from our country. We're both in Estoria. You can visit me anytime."
"Don't even mention it. Last time I visited you, I stayed for three days and didn't even get to see you! You were just busy with your husband!"
Donna tightly held Nancy's hand, her voice choked with emotion. "I really regret it. You married too far away."
"Mom, it was my fault last time. Wade had a last-minute work arrangement, and as his wife, I had to accompany him. I'm really sorry," Nancy said, feeling a pang of guilt.
"Nancy!" Evelyn rushed in, her eyes full of reluctance. "Can't you stay a bit longer? I haven't had a chance to spend time with you!"
"There will be plenty of time in the future, Evelyn."
Nancy quickly stood up, and they held each other's hands tightly. "After the election, I'll bring Wade back, and we'll stay for a few more days. We'll have plenty of time to celebrate together."
"Then I'll have to trust your word."
"Evelyn, you're back!" William hurried out, still in his suit but with flour all over his front.
"William, you were cooking?" Evelyn asked curiously.
"Yes, Mrs. Taylor and Jennifer are busy in the kitchen, so I thought I'd help out," William said, a bit embarrassed and worried.
"What? Joyce is cooking?" Donna stood up in shock. "Why didn't you stop her? She just fainted this morning!"
Evelyn felt a surge of anxiety. "Joyce fainted? I need to check on her!"
In the kitchen, Jennifer was standing by Joyce, helping her cook.
"Mom, are you okay?" Jennifer asked, worriedly looking at Joyce's pale face.
"I'm fine. We need to hurry and finish cooking. It's almost dinner time. It wouldn't be good if everyone went hungry."
Joyce mumbled absentmindedly as she quickly chopped vegetables.
Suddenly, there was a low cry.
"Mom! Your hand is bleeding!" Jennifer was so scared she almost cried.
"Joyce!" Evelyn and William arrived just in time. Seeing the deep cut, Evelyn made a quick decision. "William, go to my room and get the first aid kit. Joyce's finger needs stitches!"
"Yes, Evelyn!"
William quickly returned with the first aid kit, and Evelyn skillfully stitched and bandaged Joyce's wound.
Seeing Evelyn's proficient stitching, Jennifer was speechless with amazement.
There was nothing Evelyn couldn't do.
In contrast, Jennifer felt useless and weak. Her mother had been bullied and almost seriously injured, and she couldn't do anything about it. She held back her tears, almost crying.
"Jennifer, with Evelyn here, you can rest assured." William bent down, gently placing his warm hand on her trembling shoulders, his heart aching. "Mrs. Taylor has made a lot of dishes. Let's bring them out."
Jennifer noticed that Evelyn had something to say to Joyce, so she wiped away her tears and obediently left the room with William.
"Joyce, don't worry. You won't suffer such a great injustice for nothing." Evelyn lowered her lashes, wrapping Joyce's finger with gauze.
"I appreciate your kindness, but you don't need to do anything for me. I'm fine!" Joyce said, flustered, her eyes becoming unfocused.
"Maybe twenty years ago, someone dared to harm you without fear. If she tries the same trick now, she's asking for death."
Joyce suddenly became clear-headed, grabbing Evelyn's hand and gasping, "Evelyn, do you know who did it?"
"I do. I think after all these days, you must have some idea too." A flash of pain crossed Evelyn's eyes. "You should tell Charlie!"
"Evelyn, I don't want revenge. I just want our family to be safe and sound." Joyce's tears fell one by one.
Evelyn sighed deeply.
They both knew Charlie's temperament well. If he knew the mastermind might be Tiffany, he might send someone to assassinate her.
Evelyn thought that was not elegant, and killing would lead to trouble.
"Joyce, do you recognize this guy?" Evelyn took out her phone and showed Joyce a photo of the criminal.
Because the criminal had been masked before, Joyce hadn't seen his face.
"He, he..." Joyce's eyes widened slowly. "His name is Trevor Trevor. He used to be a small assistant, running errands and doing odd jobs like bringing coffee to the actors."
"So, he could freely enter and exit the workplace back then, right?"
"Not just that, he also did odd jobs on set. Sometimes, when there weren't enough actors, he would be an extra." Joyce asked in confusion, "Evelyn, what's going on? Why are you suddenly asking about him?"
Evelyn's brows furrowed, and a chilling thought suddenly came to her mind.
Evelyn left Joyce's room, her face dark and worried.
"Evelyn." A servant approached respectfully. "There's a young man outside looking for you. He seems to have been waiting for a while."
Evelyn's heart skipped a beat, and her palms began to sweat.
She couldn't help but picture Edward standing in the snow, waiting for her with a hopeful look.
"You didn't tell anyone else, did you?" she asked in a hoarse voice.
"No, he asked me to inform you privately and not to disturb anyone else," the servant replied.
"Got it." Evelyn adjusted her chaotic breathing and, with a pounding heart, walked to the front door.
For some reason, despite the unpleasantness that had occurred between them, she didn't feel much resentment towards him at this moment. Instead, her heart was racing uncontrollably.
That's really strange.
She was increasingly unable to understand her own heart.
With a dull thud, Evelyn pushed open the door, her long lashes trembling slightly as she slowly looked up.
"Evelyn."
The gentle, affectionate call, so magnetic, clear, and pleasant.
But it made her hopeful heart sink.
The man standing before her, holding the reins of a horse, gazing at her with burning eyes and a warm smile, was not Edward.
It was Gilbert.
How could it not be Edward?
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