Evelyn forced a smile for a bit. She hadn’t figured out how to tell them about her terminal illness; she could only try to keep it a secret as long as possible.
“I’m fine. I just… been… busy with my new job. There’s no need to worry.”
Leonard still looked concerned about her.
Deborah also noticed something amiss. She kept putting food onto Evelyn’s plate and said, “Is it because of him? You don’t have to feel like you’re always walking on eggshells with us. I’ll even sell our house. You can use the money to invest in your company. That’ll give you some leverage. I’ve got your back, you know.”
If Deborah put her house up for sale, it would be worth at least 200 million dollars in today’s market. Evelyn could live comfortably without relying on the Grants.
“No, please don’t sell the house. Don’t sell it, no matter what. I know it holds a special place in your heart since you and Grandpa have been…” She started tearing up, shook her head, and said, “No, you should keep it. Hang onto it your whole lives.”
Deborah gently caressed her hand and said nothing more.
Evelyn decided to stay the night after dinner. Without taking a break, she went straight to organizing her event planning. Then, a WhatsApp message notification from Sebastian distracted her. He was practically spamming her with nearly ten messages in a row.
One of them was a collage consisting of nine photos, along with several other pictures of a man and a woman together. They were screenshots taken from Tiffany’s Instagram post with a caption that read, “Happiness made tangible.”
The photo collage depicted a dinner gathering. It included pictures of the restaurant and fancy dishes, along with one of the photos being a stylish woman chatting with Lucas. There were also separate photos of Lucas and Tiffany together.
Sebastian wrote, “Lucas is a person with strong connections, so he was able to bring Tiffany over to a dinner meeting with me last Tuesday. She followed me on Instagram later. Look at this—is this her way of showing off?”
“Your divorce proceedings haven’t been finalized yet, right? They’re not even trying to hide this anymore?”
Evelyn recognized the woman in the photo as Tiffany’s mother, Millie Healy. Thanks to the financial support from Naomi years ago, Millie had blossomed into a wealthy, classy woman. No wonder Lucas was very adamant about being too busy to attend Leonard’s birthday dinner today.
He decided to meet up with his future mother-in-law. Besides that, he was very clear on what his priorities were.
In the photos, Lucas’s presence and Tiffany’s were prominent. There was a constant smile on his face, albeit a subtle one. Both of them were staring into each other’s eyes, full of warmth and affection.
Evelyn subconsciously searched through her memory and found it ironic that, aside from their marriage certificate, she had never taken a single picture with him throughout their three years together. He never liked taking pictures. She once suggested taking a picture together to commemorate their anniversary, but he didn’t see a point in doing so. Yet, in his photos with Tiffany, he looked relaxed, carrying a hint of indulgence. He clearly enjoyed capturing moments like these with Tiffany.