Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 436

Charles's expression darkened. "Are you blaming me for this?"

"No," Evelyn shook her head. "I'm blaming myself for not being brave enough to burn it all down."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze back toward the Conservatory, the tears streaming down her face unstoppable.

Before Talia was born, she had been the only girl in the family. Her father had personally raised her, holding her on his lap. How could anyone say she wasn't favored?

When she reached marriageable age, her father wanted to choose a husband for her. Refusing to lose out to Talia, she deliberately chose the Arlington family, knowing they rivaled the Whitmore family.

Her father opposed the match at the time. He told her the Arlingtons were newly wealthy, eager to claw their way to the top. Marrying into a family like that meant her marriage would eventually devolve into cold calculations and compromises. It wasn't the right fit for her.

But she hadn't listened. She insisted on her choice, and her father ultimately yielded.

During her decades of marriage to Charles, she never once felt her decision was wrong. She naively believed her father had worried for nothing. They were husband and wife; the Arlington family's interests and Charles's interests were her interests. There was never any need for cold calculation.

But in this moment, she finally woke up.

The compromises she had made with Charles in the past involved things she didn't care much about, so they had felt insignificant. But the second it came down to a non-negotiable boundary, his calculated compromise left her utterly shattered.

Charles was already so accustomed to treating their lives like a business transaction that he couldn't comprehend why she was acting so irrationally now.

A child raised on unconditional love could never accept being treated as a calculated risk. Her father had understood her better than she understood herself.

"Ms. Evelyn."

Cedric approached them, holding a cup of hot tea.

Evelyn turned her head away to wipe her eyes.

Charles glanced at the Parlor before staring at the tea in Cedric's hands. "Cedric, what is this?"

"Mr. Arlington, Caspian said the night air is cold. He wanted Ms. Evelyn to drink a cup of hot tea before leaving."

Charles's expression softened. He spoke gently to Evelyn. "I'll wait for you by the car."

Evelyn didn't respond. Feeling slightly awkward, Charles exited the estate grounds.

"Ms. Evelyn." Cedric presented the teacup to her.

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