Chapter 338

The old man frowned when silence greeted him. "Hello? Why is it so quiet? Can you hear me? Say something, Nathaniel!"

Evelyn Whitmore froze. What was she supposed to say? Should she admit she was the 'swine' he'd just insulted instead of his precious grandson?

Before she could decide, another voice crackled through the line—sharp and exasperated.

"Richard, you absolute fool! Who told you to call Nathaniel? Can't you just rest after taking your medicine? Give me that phone!"

A brief scuffle later, Margaret Grayson's voice came through clearly. "There's been so much news from home. What's happening?"

Evelyn hesitated, but before she could explain, Margaret cut in sternly. "Did you forget what I told you before I left? I said to treat Evelyn well! Instead, you let people slander her online? What kind of husband are you?"

Evelyn's breath caught. The words she'd been about to say died in her throat.

Margaret didn’t doubt her at all. She hadn’t even questioned the accusations—just immediately defended her.

That kind of trust was... startling.

Swallowing hard, Evelyn finally spoke. "It's me, Grandma."

Margaret gasped. "Evelyn? Oh! Wait—were you the one who answered earlier?"

"Yes."

"So you heard that old fool rambling?"

"I did."

Margaret huffed. "Don’t mind him. He’s clueless about what’s really going on."

Evelyn smiled faintly. "I’m not upset."

And she wasn’t. She’d never met Richard Grayson. His opinion meant nothing.

Margaret sighed in relief. "Good. I knew you were reasonable."

Curious, Evelyn asked, "Why didn’t you doubt me when you saw the news?"

Margaret scoffed. "Why would I? Does it make sense that the granddaughter of the Whitmores would fake an accident for money? I’m not as gullible as that old man. The news is obviously fake!"

Evelyn laughed. "You’re brilliant, Grandma."

Margaret preened. "Of course I am! Though honestly, I wish you were the type who loved money."

Evelyn blinked. "Huh?"

Margaret sighed dramatically. "Because we’re rich, and Nathaniel is even richer. If you loved money, he’d be perfect for you! I’m worried you’ll realize he’s just a cold, clueless man and leave him—and then leave us too!"

Evelyn couldn’t help but marvel.

Margaret knew her better than she’d thought.