Yara Reagan slowly disentangled herself from Franklin Ford’s embrace.
She didn’t look back, nor did she speak, just quietly walked away.
It was hard for her to promise Franklin anything at this moment.
Evelyn Clayton had an accident, and Violet Ford’s attitude left Yara feeling indescribable disgust, but this wasn’t the time to argue about right or wrong.
Yara arrived at Evelyn Clayton’s place. Content originally comes from nοvelfire.net
Since the incident two months ago, the house had been managed by Yara.
She sat on the sofa for a while and received a call from Iris Lockwood.
"Speak." Yara leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes deeply.
Iris Lockwood urgently said at the other end, "Has Evelyn been found? Why wasn’t I informed?"
"Informing you, can you come back now?" Yara’s voice carried fatigue, "Besides, it’s already too late."
"What do you mean too late?" Iris was anxious and angry, "Can’t you just say everything at once? And besides, why can’t I rush back? I’ve already booked a ticket!"
Yara didn’t turn on the lights, immersing herself in darkness.
She didn’t object, just asked, "How soon can you get here?"
"Tomorrow morning! I’ll go straight to Evelyn’s house!" Iris said, then added, "Is Evelyn by your side? Is she okay? Can I talk to her—"
Before Iris could finish, Yara hung up the phone.
She sat on the sofa all night.
She couldn’t even remember when she fell asleep.
She opened her eyes again because she heard the sound of a key turning in the door.
Before she could fully wake up, she heard hurried footsteps and Iris’s anxious voice, "Where’s Evelyn?"
Yara’s vision gradually focused.
Iris was already in front of her, and after seeing Yara’s complexion, Iris’s expression turned from eagerness to shock.
"Why do you look so terrible?" Iris said in disbelief, leaning closer to feel Yara’s forehead.
The next second, Iris exclaimed, "You have a fever!"
Only then did Yara belatedly feel dizzy, she opened her mouth to say something, but her throat felt as if it was filled with countless blades, dry and painfully raw, as though it might split open.
With no other choice, Iris got up to pour Yara some water and then went to find a thermometer to take her temperature.
Watching as Yara finished drinking the entire glass of water, Iris frowned and said in a low voice, "What exactly is going on? Why are you here alone, where’s Evelyn?"
Half a month ago, Iris had personally taken Nadia Archer to a major director’s film audition in another city, and after passing, they had directly started the script reading session.
They had already started filming, and if it weren’t for hearing about Evelyn’s return, Iris wouldn’t have rushed back.
Yara exhaled, placing the thermometer under her arm, her gaze slightly dazed, "Evelyn was taken by James Grant."
"What?" Iris could hardly believe her ears, "What are you saying? Have you lost your mind with the fever?"
"It’s true." Yara’s voice was weak, "It just happened yesterday. Evelyn and I went to find Gene Young, but that bastard James Grant tricked us."
Iris’s face turned pale, "Then now, where has James Grant taken her?"
"I don’t know." Yara laughed at herself, "You can’t fight the powerful with just an arm. I used to think James Grant was just a bit weak, but didn’t see he’s actually a wolf."
"Have Violet and the others been informed?" Iris’s first reaction was to panic and feel helpless, "In today’s society, is there no one who can handle James Grant?"