Chapter 613

Amid the turmoil, the spot where Evangeline had just sat was littered with the remains of a milk-drenched cup. A waiter, clad in uniform, tightened his white gloves and carefully collected the fragments, pausing only to dial a number.

"Ms. Rearden, the funeral has gone haywire, and Evangeline is en route to the hospital..."

Julia's voice crackled with excitement on the line. "Did that wretch lose the baby?"

Julia had been waiting for days for some shred of good news, and it seemed to have arrived. How could she contain her glee?

She had loathed Evangeline, wishing her dead at first. However, after Walter's cruel treatment, her wishes took a darker turn.

She relished the thought of Evangeline enduring a fate far crueler than death.

Evangeline was head over heels for Walter. If she lost the baby she was carrying, would that not just crush her?

The funeral for that old man from the Foster family? She could not care less. It was not her beloved grandpa, and she would not see a dime