Chapter 438

The Hawthorne family's estate stood not in the heart of Elmsworth but nestled in the serene outskirts. It was a sprawling property, framed by rolling hills and a winding river, as picturesque as a painting.

No one could recall exactly when the Hawthornes first settled here—it had been generations. The whispered legend that they were an ancient martial arts lineage remained unverified. No living soul had witnessed their supposed skills firsthand.

In modern times, the Hawthornes thrived in business, though not exclusively. Among them were professors, physicians, and other distinguished professionals. Their name commanded respect, yet the direct bloodline remained shrouded in mystery, adding to their enigmatic aura.

The road leading to the estate bore fresh tire tracks, the snow packed down by countless arrivals. Today was Reginald Hawthorne's birthday, and the grand celebration had drawn a flood of guests. At the gates, security halted their car for inspection.

Alexander loosened his tie, reaching for the invitation, but Evelyn rolled down her window instead. "It's me," she said quietly.

The guard blinked, startled. It had been years since her last visit. Recognition dawned after a moment, and his face lit up. "Ms. Evelyn! You've returned!"

She offered a faint smile. "For Grandfather's birthday."

"Open the gates!" he barked, waving urgently. "Inform the patriarch—Ms. Evelyn is home!"

Their excitement was palpable. Despite her absence, they still welcomed her. Alexander watched as she raised the window, her expression unreadable. He said nothing, merely squeezing her hand gently.

The drive from the gates to the main house took another ten minutes. The courtyard was already packed with luxury vehicles. Evelyn spotted Donovan Pierce's car—of course he would be here today.

But she had no desire to make a grand entrance. Crowds and small talk were not her forte.

"I'll handle the formalities," Alexander murmured, sensing her hesitation. "You know the estate well enough to slip in unnoticed and see your grandfather first, don’t you?"

She nodded. It was the better arrangement.

Alexander had brought an exquisite antique pocket watch, nestled in a velvet case—easy to carry. Evelyn’s gift, however, was a hand-carved wooden phoenix, requiring careful transport.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I’ll find you after the greetings."

"Alright," she murmured, watching as he stepped out, Harrison trailing behind with the velvet box. The winter air bit at her cheeks as she took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead.