Chapter 90

Just when Charles was about to snap from rage, nearly losing consciousness, a soft, innocent voice cut in from the side. Instantly, he recognized it—his precious granddaughter. His boiling anger eased up in a flash. Thank god it wasn't her. If his baby girl had actually been involved in this kind of mess, Charles would've burst through the door, knife in hand, and taught that shameless Nathaniel a lesson he'd never forget. Everyone in the room turned toward the sound of that voice. There stood Evelyn, poking her head out from the door next to theirs. Oddly adorable. But soon someone caught on—wait a second. Nathaniel just claimed Evelyn threw herself at him, right? But now she's clearly stepping out of the next room. So, who the heck is that woman in the bed, then? All eyes instinctively shifted back to Nathaniel and the shaken woman on the bed. The answer slapped them all in the face. That woman was definitely not Evelyn. And just like that, the crowd's gaze toward Nathaniel was fille