Chapter 70

"She's a witch!" Abigail couldn't bring herself to admit Evelyn was her brother's wife. That was a title she refused to grant Evelyn.

Her classmate shifted uncomfortably, unsure why Abigail harbored such hatred. "Well... Regardless, your family is loaded! Donating a whole building just like that—insane!"

The Graysons had always maintained discretion. While everyone knew Abigail came from wealth, no one realized she belonged to the elite Grayson dynasty. And certainly, no one suspected her brother was Nathaniel Grayson himself.

Abigail wasn't in the mood for flattery. "Is my brother still on campus?"

"Probably finalizing the donation details with the dean," her classmate replied.

Abigail stormed out of the classroom, yanking her phone from her pocket to dial Edward.

"Hey! You promised to make my broth—my husband despise Evelyn. It's been days. What exactly have you accomplished?"

Edward sighed in frustration. "Honestly, Mrs. Grayson, I've been staking out the Whitmore residence for days, but Evelyn's nowhere to be seen! How am I supposed to act if she never shows? Where's that sly little fox been hiding?"

Abigail clenched her teeth. Of course Edward wouldn't find Evelyn at the Whitmores—he didn’t know the truth. Evelyn lived with the Graysons now. Staking out the wrong house was pointless.

"I'll send you Evelyn's location. Get it done. Today."

Edward perked up. "Perfect! That'll make things much easier."

Hanging up, Abigail's expression darkened. Ever since Evelyn married into the family, neither Margaret nor Nathaniel treated her the same. Their indulgence had vanished, replaced with constant disapproval.

Abigail's ideal sister-in-law had always been the elegant Victoria Blackwood—graceful, refined, and endlessly kind to her. For Victoria’s sake alone, Abigail was determined to rip Evelyn out of the Grayson family tree.

Inside the dean’s office, Nathaniel finalized the building donation details. The dean escorted him out with deep respect, Evelyn trailing silently beside him. She never expected to witness such a grand gesture unfold in her name.

The campus corridors were quiet as they walked.

Evelyn glanced up at Nathaniel’s striking profile. "Why did you come today?"

He kept his pace steady, barely sparing her a look. "When you asked if I was free on Monday, it was about your graduation, wasn’t it?"

She didn’t deny it. "Yes."

"Then why didn’t you just ask properly?"

"I reconsidered. It wasn’t worth your time."

Nathaniel nodded. "To me, it isn’t worth my time." Evelyn barely suppressed an eye roll. Of course.

Then he added, "But for you, it’s a milestone. You’re still my wife—for now. So I’ll indulge even your smallest requests."

Evelyn scoffed. "You didn’t have to donate a building just to flex your wealth."

His lips curved. "You think I did this for you? I’m supporting education. You were merely a convenient excuse."

She rolled her eyes. "How noble of you."

If he truly cared about philanthropy, he could’ve donated anonymously. Instead, he ensured the building would bear her name—making it impossible to untangle their association later.

Suddenly—

"Evelyn!" A voice cut through the hallway.