Evelin's POV
Everyone's eyes locked onto me in stunned silence.
I held myself with quiet dignity, my hands gripping the urn securely, my stare burning into the sealed doors of the Elysia family Memorial Hall.
Jimmy's gaze remained fixed on me, as if he couldn't look away.
A flicker of something crossed his features—he seemed to see me as both heartbreakingly tragic and blindingly radiant in my determination.
Nobody dared make a move to force me out.
Miller's bloodline ran thick with heroes and patriots. No one would risk ejecting their heir.
Even Amadeus and Margot wore expressions of complete shock.
For Margot, Miller existed as nothing more than a dusty entry in genealogy records.
She'd only known that Miller's line had nearly died out, with barely any survivors remaining.
But Miller's history? That had been a complete mystery to her.
Amadeus stood next to Margot, a flash of rage flickering behind his eyes.
