Chapter 165
The thought that Walter was hurt because of her sent a pan rough her heart that she just could not shake off.
Walter’s eyes fluttered open on the hospital bed, and he spotted Aria keeping vigil by his side. He parted his lips to speak but then thought better of it, his hand shaking as he reached for the water glass on the nightstand.
Was he parched?
Evangeline caught on and, tossing aside any concern for her own belated entrance, burst through the door and hurried to Walter’s side.
Just as her fingers grazed the glass, Aria, who had only been dozing, snapped awake.
Spotting Evangeline behind her and seeing Walter’s hand hanging in the air, Aria instantly grasped the situation. She snatched the glass before Evangeline could and placed it firmly in Walter’s grasp.
“You finally show up, huh? Some savior you are,” said Aria, her voice dripping with
scorn.
Her son had been coddled from birth, yet here he was, hurt because of Evangeline. She had not even had the decency to check on him. Heartless!
What did it matter if Evangeline was the cherished princess of the Foster family?
A daughter–in–law with such a grand reputation, and yet Aria could not count on her. In the end, it was her own son who paid the price.
“I’m sorry,” was all Evangeline could muster,
No matter the circumstances, Walter had been injured trying to save her, and she had indeed arrived too late.
Aria scoffed, “My son nearly died for you, faced surgery all by himself, and you think ‘ I’m sorry‘ cuts it?”
She had one rule for picking a daughter–in–law: She must cherish her son.
Evangeline, once barely passable with her act of sweetness and smarts, did not even bother with the facade. This was just unacceptable!
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