Davin gave a small sigh when he saw her walk off. “Good luck, Ms. Lane…” he mumbled under his breath.
When Nicole stepped into the living room, she immediately saw Evan on the coffee-colored couch. He was observing her with his usual icy-cold gaze…
Her chest suddenly tightened.
She had to remind herself that she was there to help his mother before she could finally calm down a little. She then clenched her fists tightly, straightened her back, and walked towards him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Dr. Tussaud, what a coincidence meeting you here.”
Evan placed special emphasis on the words “coincidence” and “here.” He wanted her to know that he clearly believed that there was nothing coincidental about this meeting.
Nicole pretended to not understand his insinuation. “Is it? I’m just a doctor who goes where she’s needed, so there’s no coincidence to speak of.”
“Doctor? There’s plenty of doctors around, and yet you’re the one who’s here. Care to explain why?”
“…”
Why?
Because I was the one who came!
Because I wanted to do something to make up for Juan accepting the debit card with five hundred thousand in it!
Because Juan asked me to come take a look at your mother!
Whatever my reasons, it has nothing to do with you, Evan!
Yes, she had plenty of perfectly good reasons, yet she didn’t dare to say any of them to him. In the end, she only rolled her eyes and let him speculate to his heart’s content.
“Since you’re not saying anything, I’m right to assume that this is all premeditated?”
“When you’re asking a person if he murdered anyone, is he immediately guilty just because he’s not saying anything? How ridiculous!”
Nicole had just finished sniping back at Evan when Juan and Davin walked in.
Right as they did, Sophia — who had completed her thirty minutes of bed rest — also came down the stairs. She had even dropped by the study to get Jonathan to join her on her way down.
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