"..." The housekeeper was stunned, recalling that the young lady had indeed treated him well in the past.
So, he obediently stepped aside.
Eva Nightingale walked into the mansion.
After not coming for months, everything was still the same; most things hadn’t changed. In the yard, the flowers she personally planted were still in bloom.
Her attire was too extravagant, immediately attracting the attention of those aunts and uncles.
Full of sarcasm after envy and jealousy: "Tsk tsk, who did I think it was! Turns out it’s the murderer!"
"Now that you’ve caused the death of mom and dad, are you satisfied? All the inheritance goes to someone, tsk tsk!"
Eva Nightingale was puzzled: "What exactly is going on?" Why was everyone scolding her?
"Still pretending! Didn’t you cause the scandal that night? Violet Hargrove went to find you, and as a result, got into a car accident on her way back that night! She’s now a vegetable... what’s the difference from being dead?"
Violet Hargrove became a vegetable?
This news indeed shocked Eva Nightingale to the core.
However, she deserved it. Maybe it was due to her misdeeds that justice from the heavens had arrived. Wasn’t this the legendary retribution?
The Nightingale family’s grandmother only had one son, and now she had to bury her own child; one can only imagine how heartbroken she was.
She hadn’t closed her eyes for days and nights.
The maid reported, "Madam, the young lady is here!"
The old lady wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t sleep: "Leave, all of you leave! I won’t see anyone!"
"Madam, it’s Miss Eva Nightingale."
The old lady was immediately taken aback, clearly surprised. Olivia, is it really Olivia? How long had it been since she last saw her!
They all said Eva Nightingale caused Amos Nightingale’s death, but she didn’t believe it...
Because Eva Nightingale had grown up under her watch, she cherished her the most. Back then, when they wanted to drive her out, the old lady stopped them and even went days without eating, fainting from hunger, but still couldn’t prevent it...
Ultimately, Eva Nightingale was driven away, and she silently cried for a long time.
"Why are you still standing there! My granddaughter is here, hurry up and invite her in! Do you want to get punished?"
"Yes, yes..." The maid was a bit slow to react and hurried out, returning shortly after with Eva Nightingale.
As soon as Eva Nightingale entered, she knelt on the ground, her voice choking: "Grandma, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. Mom left early, and it’s because of my incompetence that the Nightingale family has become ! You’ve reached such an age and still haven’t enjoyed a good life, always worrying about everything!"
Now, the entire Nightingale family was in despair.
"Stand up quickly!" The old lady was extremely emotional, and she lovingly helped Eva Nightingale to her feet.
Now, Eva Nightingale was her only precious granddaughter.
How could she bear to let her kneel?
Now, the Nightingale family revered the old lady, so those people could only watch and didn’t dare to criticize Eva Nightingale anymore.
Eva Nightingale hadn’t slept the entire day.
It wasn’t until the afternoon of the next day that she left the Nightingale household.
She wasn’t in a good mood, and after a day without a bath, she felt a bit casual and relaxed.
She was still wearing that gown, luxurious and eye-catching, stunningly beautiful.
In front of the Nightingale’s main gate, there was a limited edition sports car parked. As she came out, the car window was slowly rolled down.
A pair of enchanting cold eyes fixed firmly on her, making her feel an intense shiver all over.
"..." Wasn’t this her husband?
As the President, he had so much leisure?
Driving a sports car around for fun?
That night, she and he parted on bad terms. He strongly opposed her coming to the Nightingale household and even said if she came, she shouldn’t return!
In anger, she really left without looking back!
Did she enrage him that night?
Wasn’t he angry? So why did he drive a sports car to the Nightingale household now?
Wasn’t he the one who let her leave that night?