Chapter 117

Before Evelyn said anything, she heard Tiffany's voice on the other end of the call, asking, "May I know who's on the line?" Evelyn's words got stuck in her throat, which was so dry that it was hard for her to swallow. Did Lucas not save her number? She looked at her feet and asked, "Where's Lucas?" "He's next to me. I'm afraid he's not free today to deal with you," Tiffany said casually. She sounded so calm that it was as if Evelyn was Lucas' secret mistress who could be easily brushed off instead. Evelyn frowned. Before she could say anything, she heard Michael's voice, saying, "Ms. Moore, the cake shop just called and asked if they should get the cake delivered to the venue." Evelyn ended the call without any hesitation. She stood in place for a long time. Her face was pale, and she could not help but rub her abdomen with her brow furrowed. She was beginning to feel more and more unwell. Clearly, there was no need for her to confirm it with Lucas anymore. Michael was helpi