Chapter 320

"Scumbag? Explain to me exactly how I qualify as one?" Nathaniel's brow furrowed in irritation.

Evelyn opened her mouth to respond when her phone buzzed in her pocket, cutting her off mid-thought. She pulled it out and glanced at the screen—no name, just a string of digits.

Numbers had always stuck in her mind like glue. One look was all it took to recognize Amelia's number.

"Here, Mister." She shoved the phone toward him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your precious Amelia is calling." She turned her gaze out the window, granting him the illusion of privacy.

Nathaniel took the phone without checking the screen and swiped to decline the call. "Evelyn Whitmore," he commanded, voice sharp. "Look at me."

She turned slowly, her striking eyes filled with icy disdain. "And then what?"

His gaze locked onto hers, intense and unyielding. "The reason I asked you to go to Silver Moon Estate that day—"

The phone rang again. The shrill tone grated on his nerves, relentless.

Evelyn arched a brow. "Maybe you should answer. Could be an emergency."

Nathaniel exhaled sharply and accepted the call, putting it on speaker.

"Nathaniel, are you home yet?" Amelia's voice, soft and honeyed, floated through the line.

"Not yet. What do you need?"

"Samuel's car broke down on Yonder Bridge. We're stranded. Can you come get us?" Her helpless sigh was perfectly timed.

"Where are his subordinates? Can't he call them?" Nathaniel's tone was flat.

"His phone died, and he doesn't remember any of their numbers. You're the only one I have saved." A delicate pause. "And... I'm not feeling well." Her voice trembled.

"I'll send someone."

Amelia's breath hitched. "Nathaniel, you just left the hospital. You're close by. Can't you come yourself? Or..." A wounded pause. "Is Evelyn stopping you?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. Always making me the villain. Pathetic.

"Nathaniel, my condition... it's flaring up again. I don't think your men will get here in time." Her voice weakened dramatically. "I—I really don't feel good..."

Nathaniel's jaw tightened. Two seconds of silence. "Send me your location."

"Thank you!" Relief colored her voice. "I'll text it now."

The call ended. Evelyn had already unbuckled her seatbelt, hand on the door handle.

Nathaniel's grip closed around her wrist like a vice. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Taking a cab. Wouldn't want anyone accusing me of keeping you from your damsel in distress." She smirked, but her eyes were cold.

His expression darkened. "Sit. You're coming with me."

She scoffed but buckled up as he spun the car around, tires screeching toward Yonder Bridge.

Evelyn crossed her arms. "This is a bad idea. I shouldn't be there when you pick her up."

Nathaniel's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "You're the one I want."

Her breath caught—just for a second—before she deadpanned, "Don't joke about things like that. I'd never—"