Chapter 69

Evelyn was already petrified, nodding frantically the moment Megan finished speaking. Off to the side, Harrison didn't say a word—he just raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. The force knocked Evelyn to the ground, a streak of blood trailing from the corner of her mouth. Harrison pointed at her, seething. "You bitch. You drank your glass because you knew it wasn't poisoned. But mine? What about mine?" "You knew damn well there was poison in my wine, and you didn't say a word. Were you really trying to kill me?" Evelyn shot him a hateful glare and growled, "You think I wouldn't?! You're out every night screwing around like some lowlife. I hate you, Harrison. I loathe you so much that I wanted my cousin to help me end you." That only made Harrison more furious—he kicked her a few more times. "Bitch! You couldn't even give me a kid!" Wiping the blood from her lips, Evelyn spat back, "You really think that's on me? You've got a low sperm count, genius. Blame yourself." Har