The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 185

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 185: The Break In**

**[Evelyn’s POV]**

It was undeniable; I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having given the concept of training a second chance. It was a revelation that filled me with emotions I had long thought were beyond my reach. Control. Balance. A profound sense of self-confidence began to blossom within me, like a flower breaking through the frost of winter.

After Alexander’s unexpected appearance at the training tent, a moment that had caught me completely off guard, we had hurriedly gathered our scattered clothes from the ground. Once we were somewhat presentable, he had shared the news I had been anxiously awaiting—the forensic team had finally delivered their results.

While the news itself wasn’t particularly shocking, it washed over me like a wave of relief. I had been bracing myself for the worst, but it seemed that even Isabella, with all her cunning, would struggle to talk her way out of the blame for the orchestrated torment I had endured. The evidence against her was irrefutable; the forensic team had confirmed her possession of Hemlock, a detail that left her little room for denial.

As Alexander and I made our way back to the house, my mind was racing. I longed for a shower to wash away the remnants of the day, but I knew I had to ensure we were prepared for whatever lay ahead in court. The stakes were too high to leave anything to chance.

The moment we stepped into the bedroom, I dashed toward the nightstand, where I had carelessly left my phone.

“Aren’t you coming?” he inquired, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Yes, just a quick call,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

“To whom?” he pressed, and I could feel the tension in the air shift.

My stomach twisted at the thought of his reaction. Alexander had made it abundantly clear that he was not fond of Edward’s physician. Yet, I couldn’t deny that it was largely due to his expertise that we had been able to pinpoint the exact poison that had nearly claimed my brother’s life.

Dr. Cawfield was as much a part of this case as any of us, but I knew that didn’t guarantee Alexander would welcome any further involvement from him.

Taking a deep breath, I grasped my phone tightly.

“I’m calling Dr. Cawfield,” I stated firmly.

I didn’t need to see his face to know that Alexander’s expression had darkened. I could hear him inhaling sharply, his frustration palpable.

“Evelyn—”

“Stop,” I interjected, my voice cutting through the tension. “This is strictly for the case. I need to ask if he’s willing to testify on our behalf against Isabella. We need his expertise, Alexander.”

After a long, contemplative silence, his rigid expression softened slightly. He nodded slowly, albeit reluctantly.

“I understand,” he murmured, his voice low and measured.

With my phone in hand, I stepped closer to him, meeting his gaze with determination.

“I refuse to entertain the notion that there’s even a slight chance Isabella could weasel her way out of a guilty verdict,” I explained, my voice steady. “If we present all the evidence and the jury still has doubts, we need that additional support to tip the scales in our favor.”

“Alright,” he conceded, his voice carrying a hint of resignation. “I may not be the guy’s biggest fan for reasons I’m not ready to discuss, but it wouldn’t hurt to have some extra backup on something as crucial as this. Go ahead and call him.”

A warm rush of gratitude surged through me, and I instinctively rose onto my toes to plant a quick kiss on his lips. He turned to head into the bathroom while I dialed Henry’s number, my heart racing with anticipation.

On the third ring, his familiar voice crackled through the speaker.

“Hello, Evelyn?”

“Hi, Henry! I hope I’m not interrupting anything important,” I said, trying to keep my tone light.

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