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Chapter 90
Julia was not the only one silenced by his words. Andrew and Lydia, who had been loudly urging Walter to leave Evangeline and be good to Julla, froze in shock.
Walter had never paid them any mind, and he certainly was not about to start showing them any courtesy.
“I heard every word you two said. I’m going to dig up every dirty deed you’ve done to Evangeline. And let me make this crystal clear: If she sheds one tear because of you, you’ll pay back tenfold, in blood!”
Walter stormed out, not even sure how he managed to leave.
Ditching his bodyguards, he found himself in a bar, knocking back brandy after brandy. All he could see was Evangeline’s gaunt face, feigning strength.
What had he done to her? Why did he not ask more questions and try to understand her suffering?
Reflecting on his treatment of Evangeline since their marriage, he was filled with such self–loathing that he could barely stand it.
With a final burst of anger, Walter stormed off, his bitter words echoing behind him.
Andrew and his family slumped onto the couch, utterly drained by the confrontation that had just unfolded
“We’ve really done it now, haven’t we? We’re at war with Walter, and he’s siding with that tramp Evangeline! What are we going to do?” Lydia’s face was ashen as she clutched at Andrew’s arm, shaking him desperately.
“Andrew, for heaven’s sake, do something! You’ve got to have some kind of plan!”
Andrew had been paralyzed with fear from the start, and Lydia’s demands were the last thing he needed.
In a burst of anger, he shook off her grip and snapped, “So now you want my advice? This mess is your doing! Sure, Julia is too young to know how to keep a man interested, but you’re her mother, Shouldn’t you have taught her something? And now, thanks to you, Walter is completely under Evangeline’s spell, and we’re the enemy!”
A sudden thought struck Andrew, and he smacked his leg with realization.
‘The Fosters… We’re dealing with the Fosters! The notorious family that’s a household name from Gord in the South to Foster in the North!”
Andrew’s decision was swift and firm. “Enough with the tears and drama. If you want to stay alive, pack your bags. We need to get out of here, now!”
The moment they swung the door open, their arms laden with packages, the sight of the black–suited bodyguards waiting outside sent a jolt of fear through them.
Those bodyguards were Evangeline’s muscles!
Chapter 90
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