Chapter 25

Walter stood by the bed. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he yanked at his tie in frustration, then glanced at his watch.

"You think you don't need me? Don't even care about your grandfather?"

"What are you getting at?" Evangeline snapped back, still seething.

"Your grandfather is sick, in Avalon City. He's called me several times today. I told him we'd be there by eight tomorrow morning," said Walter, his presence aloof and intimidating.

"I don't need your help! I'll see my grandpa on my own!" With those words, she pushed through the pain, got up, and left the bed behind.

That bedroom, her gilded prison, was nothing but a badge of disgrace.

How utterly ridiculous. Walter had never once visited that place during their three-year marriage. Then, as divorce loomed, he was desperate to hold onto her.

She, on the other hand, could not bear another minute there. The thought of him rescuing the Garside family for Julia's sake had killed her love for him stone dead. He had a k