William Walters' brow arched, confusion flickering in his cold eyes as he looked at her.
Evelyn's lips curved into a slow, mocking smile when she looked at her father's face, which was already turning crimson.
For a brief moment, she imagined faint smoke curling from his ears.
The thought almost made her laugh out loud, but she bit it back, savoring the moment.
"You mean after everything you've done?" she continued, her tone sharp but calm. "You think I don't know why you dragged them into this? You actually thought I'd come running the moment you used them as bait?"
William's jaw clenched.
"You're still as bold as ever. After so many years, you haven't learned anything."
Evelyn didn't rush to respond.
Instead, she walked closer.
Now, only a coffee table separated them.
Alicia and Stella stood not far from her, pale and frozen in place, as if fear had turned them into statues.
Her gaze locked on William's face, steady, cold, and unflinching.
