The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 520

Lyra stood frozen, her fingers still gripping the edge of the tray, her mind reeling with Evelyn's cryptic warning—'Go look for your sister. She might be in trouble.'

She didn't know what had happened to Lydia. But she knew Evelyn well enough to know the woman never wasted words. Setting the tray down, she was just about to head for the stairs—

Suddenly, a muffled thud echoed from behind, followed by an agonizing wail.

"My son! My son!"

Lyra turned her head.

Genevieve had collapsed onto the floor, her phone discarded nearby. She was clutching her face, sobbing so violently her entire body convulsed. Elaine rushed over, dropping to her knees to support her.

"Genevieve! What happened? Genevieve!"

Genevieve looked up, her face streaked with tears. "Leon... Leon was in a car crash... It's really bad..."

Her voice broke, sobbing uncontrollably as she gasped for air. Elaine's face drained of color, her hands shaking as she tried to comfort the older woman.

The remaining guests stopped in their tracks, turning their attention toward the commotion. Whispers broke out, heads shaking in disbelief as the murmurs spread through the crowd.

"Who is that?"

"The Duke's wife, Genevieve."

"What happened?"

"It sounds like her son was in a car accident."

"Which son?"

"Leon Astor, the one who..."

Evelyn, standing by the door, also heard the cries. Glancing back, she saw Genevieve weeping on the floor, and her brow furrowed. She exchanged a look with Sebastian, whose expression had mirrored her own concern.

A figure hurried over—it was Lance. He leaned in close to Sebastian and Evelyn, dropping his voice.

"Mr. Thorne, Dr. Sullivan, we just received word. Leon was in a horrific car crash. Witnesses on the scene reported the car was speeding and made zero attempt to hit the brakes."

Evelyn and Sebastian exchanged a look.

The same thought flashed in their eyes—this wasn't an accident; this was a deliberate hit.

Evelyn's gaze instinctively drifted toward the corner of the hall. Lyra was still standing there, hands completely empty now, staring blankly in Genevieve's direction with an entirely unreadable expression.

Evelyn retracted her gaze, a quiet realization settling in.

She hadn't reminded Lyra to check on her sister out of pity for Lydia. She merely thought that if Lyra suddenly grew a conscience and felt she owed Evelyn a favor, she might eventually leak more details about the encrypted channel. That would be an excellent tradeoff.