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Evita’s fingers trembled slightly as she answered, “I can’t betray my mother!”
“This isn’t betrayal. It’s about building a better future for us. Even if your mother ends up in jail, it’ll only be for a few years. I’ll figure out a way to get her out. Meanwhile, our assets will stay intact, and we’ll get back the life we had!”
Evita remained silent. As the visitation time was almost up, her father delivered one last push.
“Evita, think about it carefully.”
Evita left, walking down the road. Her thoughts spun in turmoil. At some point, the weather had shifted; the once-clear sky was now overcast, and gusts of wind swirled fallen leaves at her feet.
Her father’s reasoning made sense. If he could clear his name, their family could rise again. The comfortable life she had once taken for granted wouldn’t be out of reach anymore.
As she lost herself in thought, a blaring car horn snapped her back to reality. The realization of what she’d been contemplating hit her like a punch to the gut. Betray her mother? The same mother who had always been gentle and supportive to her? No.
For now, she had to focus on raising the 200 thousand dollars needed for her mother’s medical bills. With renewed determination, Evita’s gaze hardened.
Isabella stayed with Andrew until nightfall. Later, she arrived at the restaurant Luka had chosen for their dinner. Luka and Vienna were already there, but her parents hadn’t arrived yet.
“Isabella, take a seat. Your cousins are still abroad and couldn’t make it,” Vienna said warmly, her gaze filled with affection.
“Okay, Vienna,” Isabella replied politely as she sat down, pulling out her phone to text her parents. Neither of them responded. It was already 6:15 PM—15 minutes past the agreed time.
Luka and Vienna remained composed. Isabella tried to explain, “They probably got held up. My mother was really looking forward to this dinner.”
Luka, ever the gentleman, replied, “That’s fine. Let’s wait a little longer. There’s no rush.”
Isabella nodded, but something about the situation didn’t sit right with her.
Her mother had been so eager about this gathering—why would she be late? As the minutes ticked by, the atmosphere grew heavier. Vienna had quietly taken several sips of her coffee, her calm demeanor unshaken. Isabella, unable to ignore her growing unease, excused herself to the restroom to call her mom.
Elaine’s voice was rushed on the other end. “Isabella, I’m sorry. We got delayed. Please explain to Luka and Vienna for me.”
“Okay, Mom. How much longer until you get here?”
“We’re on our way now.”
“Alright, don’t worry. I’ll let them know.”
Returning to the table, she relayed the message to Luka and Vienna. Luka nodded, though his expression had cooled slightly. Vienna continued sipping her coffee in silence.
Isabella was utterly puzzled. Why would her mom, who had emphasized how important this meeting was, end up being so late? It would have been fine if they were only ten minutes late, but nearly 40 minutes had gone by, and that was pushing the limits of understanding!
Meanwhile, after dropping Isabella at the restaurant, Andrew had decided to head to a mall. He’d noticed Isabella hadn’t bought new clothes in a while and wanted to surprise her with a few outfits. Walking into a boutique, Andrew went on a spree, picking out anything he thought might suit Isabella. Before he knew it, he had accumulated dozens of pieces.
After finishing his shopping, he prepared to leave, but a sharp, urgent voice suddenly echoed from the stairwell.
Catching his attention.
“Please let me go. I beg you. I won’t call the police. Please, let me go.” The sound of a woman’s muffled sobbing filled the air.
“Scream all you want, sweetheart. No one’s coming to save you,” a sleazy man sneered.
Andrew’s brow furrowed slightly. He wasn’t the type to interfere in other people’s business, but an image of Isabella flashed through his mind. Though naturally reserved and distant, she had a warmth about her—a kind heart that made her never hesitate to lend a hand to those in need.
With a sigh, Andrew pushed open the stairwell door. The dimly lit space revealed a chilling scene: two men gripping a terrified woman. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her whole body trembled. The face was unmistakable to Andrew—it was Evita.
“Who are you? I suggest you mind your own business and get the hell out of here!” one of the men roared aggressively.
Andrew’s eyes turned cold. He glared at the man and said menacingly, “You should be the ones to get out of here.”
The two men looked at each other, obviously amused by his words. Without saying anything, one of them lunged at Andrew. But he didn’t even budge. Instead, he raised his foot swiftly and gave the man a sidekick, sending the man flying.
The sight of his companion being effortlessly defeated by Andrew sent a chill down the other man’s spine. He quickly let go of Evita and ran away in fear.
Evita hadn’t expected Andrew to have such impressive fighting skills. The way he kicked was so cool. She instinctively rushed into Andrew’s arms to seek comfort.
“Mr. Klein, I’m so scared,” she said in a trembling voice. But before she could even touch Andrew, he quickly stepped aside to avoid her touch.
Evita’s face darkened. She felt a little awkward, but she did her best to maintain her composure and smiled gratefully.
“Thank you, Mr. Klein. Seriously, if it wasn’t for you, I might not have made it through today.”
Andrew didn’t say anything. He only looked at her indifferently, turned around, and left.
However, Evita was determined not to let him go this time.
She clenched her fists tightly, glared at his back, and hurriedly rushed over to catch up with him. Then, she hugged him tightly from behind.
“Mr. Klein, I’m really scared. Can you please take me away from here? I’m afraid of running into those kinds of people again.”
“This is a mall, not the suburbs.” Andrew’s mocking voice echoed in her ears.
For some reason, Evita felt guilty. But she quickly pulled herself together and pleaded in a trembling voice, “Mr. Klein, please. Just take me out of here.”
Andrew didn’t say anything. She thought he would turn her down again, but suddenly, he broke his silence.
“Let’s go.”
Then, he walked briskly towards the elevator. Evita watched his back, the corners of her lips curving into an imperceptible smile. She caught up with him and fell into step beside him.
They reached the parking lot and stopped beside Andrew’s sleek Rolls-Royce. Evita stared at the vehicle for a while before she reached out and opened the passenger seat door. But when she was about to get into the car, she was stopped by a sharp voice.
“Who told you to sit in the passenger seat? Get in the back.”
Evita’s hand, holding the door handle, shook slightly. She hesitated for a moment before she reluctantly shuffled to the back seat.
There was pin-drop silence in the car. The quietness, combined with the calming scent of incense, created a serene atmosphere. Soon, Evita began to relax.
She looked up at the beautiful starry sky ceiling, her eyes brimming with envy.
“Mr. Klein, I must say, I really envy you. Even when my father was still in a high status, we never had a car like this. He is a good man, honest and upright throughout his life. But… Who would have thought he would be framed by some real scumbags?”
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. Her tearful appearance was a poignant contrast to the serene environment. Most men would definitely feel distressed upon seeing her like this. On the contrary, Andrew didn’t react at all.
Evita cried for a while but got no response. Finally, she started to feel awkward and pulled herself together. She looked at Andrew’s handsome side profile in the driver’s seat, biting her lower lip. She hesitantly asked, “Mr. Klein, can you give me two hundred thousand dollars?”
Before Andrew could respond, she continued, “I’ll do anything. Just tell me. My mother needs money for her medical expenses, but I really don’t have money anymore. Please help me.”
What a display of filial piety! Wasn’t it very touching?
Andrew looked at her through the rearview mirror. “Are you sure you’ll do anything?”
“Yes, I’m willing to do anything.”
Evita looked at the rearview mirror, meeting his gaze. A glimmer of hope surged in her heart.
As the car drove farther and farther away from the downtown, Evita noticed that the busy cityscape gave way to quieter, more secluded suburbs. She figured Andrew was taking her to a house in the suburbs. After all, there were no prying cameras in such a place, perfect for keeping their meetings under wraps. She was about to become the person she had despised the most in her childhood. However, she felt no guilt at all. Instead, her heart was filled with excitement.
When the car pulled over in front of a residential building, Evita got out. However, Andrew remained in the car. Evita looked in his direction in confusion.
“Mr. Klein?”
Andrew rolled down the window and ordered, “Go in.”
Evita was confused, but she still obeyed his order and went in.
As soon as she entered, she saw two elderly men chatting. Both of them were well into their years, their faces etched with wrinkles. However, their expressions remained warm and welcoming. One of them noticed her presence. He glanced over and asked, “Are you the new caregiver?”
Evita froze for a moment, taken aback by the unexpected question. The new caregiver? What was going on? This wasn’t what she had anticipated when Andrew brought her here. She quickly composed herself and went out to ask him.
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