Chapter 79 Just Want to Separate Them
In the backyard, Ulysses was heading to his Lamborghini, looking cold and stern. Evelyn, panting, caught up and grabbed his arm. "Ulysses! Where are you going?!"
"Far away, hopefully never coming back," he replied with a cold smile, a red handprint on his cheek.
"You said your brothers and I are the most important to you. As long as we're here, this is your home. How can you leave?" Evelyn clutched his hand, her heart aching.
Ulysses looked at her, gently touching her cheek. "You all are in my heart. I can make a home anywhere. I kept my promise. You shouldn't be mad at me anymore, right?"
Evelyn nodded, feeling like crying.
"If you care about Charlie, the best thing is for me to stay away. I have work to do. I'll come back to see you," Ulysses added.
"Ulysses," Donna called out, hurrying over with a bag.
Ulysses was surprised. "Aunt Donna."
She handed him the bag, her eyes red. "These are new medications our family developed and some desserts Nicole made. She was worried you might get hungry."
Ulysses' tone softened. "Thank you. I have everything I need. Don't worry. I'll leave."
He hugged Evelyn and left gracefully. The Lamborghini sped off into the night.
Evelyn and Donna stood in the courtyard, sighing.
"Let him go, Aunt Donna," Evelyn said, patting her shoulder. "Ulysses has made progress. He just needs more time to adapt."
"I know. He's pitying me," Donna said, her eyes pained. "Evelyn, Ulysses doesn't need to worry about me. I've moved on."
Evelyn was speechless, holding back her emotions.
Two years ago, a plane crash shook Oasis Villa. Donna's eldest son, Evelyn's half-brother, and SkySoar Airlines' chief pilot, Mark Taylor, steered the malfunctioning plane towards the ocean to save 150 passengers. He died on his twenty-seventh birthday.
Donna had given birth to an outstanding son, worthy of respect.
As the Maybach returned to Mugden, Bart drove nervously, glancing at Edward in the rearview mirror. Edward's face was icy, his lips pale.
"Edward, are you okay? You look terrible," Bart asked.
"Just drive," Edward said, his eyes red. He had rushed over, thinking he could make Lily bow to him, but faced brutal humiliation instead. His dignity, maintained for over twenty years, was shattered.
"Edward, frankly speaking," Bart muttered, "if you want Mrs. Wellington back, you could tell the Taylors she hasn't officially divorced you. She's still Mrs. Wellington."
"You think the only way I can get Lily back is by using underhanded tactics?" Edward asked coldly.
"No, I didn't mean that!" Bart wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I just think that if you can't let go of Mrs. Wellington, why not be straightforward with her? Let her know your feelings."
"Feelings?" Edward forced a cold laugh, gritting his teeth. "I'm done with Lily. There's no chance we're getting back together."
"Then why are we here tonight?" Bart asked.
"Just drive!" Edward's hoarse outburst silenced Bart. Slouched in the back seat, Edward felt a sharp pain in his palm. He realized he had been gripping the shattered gemstone bracelet, its fragments cutting into his skin, blood slowly oozing out.
Edward didn't even know what was wrong with him. He just wanted to take Lily away from Landon, no matter what.
After seeing Ulysses off, Evelyn returned to comfort Charlie with Landon and Simon before dragging her exhausted body out of the study. She stood in the hallway, lost in thought, then took out her phone to send messages to Donna, Joyce, and Susan.
[Aunt Donna/Aunt Joyce/Aunt Susan, please come to the backyard. I have something to say.]
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived. The three women, usually chatty, were quiet in front of Evelyn.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Evelyn asked, sitting in the pavilion, arms crossed, looking serious.
Donna and Joyce stayed silent. Susan, always straightforward, said, "Evelyn, weren't you the one who had something to say? Why do you ask us?"
Evelyn rubbed her forehead in frustration. 'Aunt Susan is so simple-minded!'
"Don't you have anything to say about you and Aunt Donna teaching Edward a lesson tonight?"
"There's nothing more to say," Susan replied nonchalantly. "If Donna and Susan hadn't stopped me, I would have hung him up and fed him to my BOBO."
"Who is BOBO?" Evelyn asked.
"Her pet alligator," Donna replied. "A birthday gift from Charlie last year."
Evelyn remained silent. Seeing the anger in Evelyn's eyes, Joyce quickly nudged Susan. "Alright, say no more."
"I'm being honest. You should be honest with family!" Susan's eyes reddened with anger. "Evelyn, Edward is heartless! Even my pet BOBO shows more humanity than him! You were his wife, giving your all for Riverside Villa for three years! You left a comfortable life to be his personal caretaker! But in the end, he forced you to divorce for his selfish desires and immediately married a new wife! He's worse than livestock, treating you so poorly!"
"He doesn't love me. He made that clear from the start. Now he's married the one he loves. I lost, so I'll leave gracefully. Why keep dragging this out, causing unnecessary trouble?" Evelyn rubbed her aching temples, her eyes filled with desolation. "Someone once said, if you keep entangling, the pain will always be fresh and vivid, constantly tormenting you. It's better to be indifferent, even more indifferent."
"Bullshit!" Susan roared in anger, suddenly standing up and grabbing Evelyn's shoulders forcefully. "How can you be indifferent?! You once carried his child! Does he even know?"
Evelyn's face turned pale, her words like a dull knife, cutting open her empty abdomen, the pain spreading cruelly.
"Susan, are you crazy?! We agreed never to mention this!" Donna broke out in a cold sweat, quickly pulling her away.
"Susan, can we not talk about this? Let's not bring up Evelyn's painful memories," Joyce hurriedly tried to persuade.
"He doesn't know." Evelyn slowly raised her face, holding back tears. "I never told Edward that I once carried his child."
