Evelyn lowered her gaze and met Charles''s helpless eyes, her chest rising and falling slightly. She calmly reached for the bottle of sparkling water beside her and twisted it open. Her demeanor was soposed, it seemed like she merely wanted a drink. Charles thought the same, and seeing her so collected, he let his guard down.


    That was until Evelyn poured the entire bottle over his head. The water soaked his hair, tracing the sharp lines of his features. "Feeling clear-headed now?" she asked coldly.


    How could he even say those things? Charles''s throat felt dry. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, "Eve, I truly didn''t mean it."


    "Charlie is dead," Evelyn replied, cutting off any excuses. "You killed him."


    Two years had passed. Had he really forgotten that he and Dahlia had a hand in Charlie''s death? Charlie was gone, and Charles should live in regret and pain-he didn''t deserve happiness. His face turned noticeably pale. This was his deepest wound, ripped open by Evelyn, bleeding fresh once more. It was a deadlock, and Charles didn''t bother exining further.


    "I''ll help you with your wounds and take you home," he offered.


    Before Evelyn could respond, Brooks''s voice came from the doorway. "My fiancée, I''ll take her myself. No need to trouble you, Mr. Jenkins. If you''ve got time, maybe see an eye doctor and a brain specialist."


    Brooks strode in, no longer bothering with pleasantries, each word a sharp jab at Charles''s poor judgment.


    "Brooks," Evelyn said, and the frost on her face melted, her gaze softening.


    "Fiancée?" Charles''s expression changed instantly. Six months ago, rumors about Brooks''s engagement had spread, Charles had initially wondered if it could be Eve, but everyone said it was his childhood sweetheart. Hearing that, Charles had thought no more of it, assuming his old me had returned. He hadn''t expected Brooks''s fiancée to actually be Eve.


    "Don''t worry, Mr. Jenkins, you''ll get an invite to the engagement party," Brooks said, then bent down and scooped Evelyn into his arms. Evelyn''s eyes shed with a hint of resignation. It was just a few cuts on her leg, but in front of Charles, she said nothing, letting Brooks carry her away.


    Charles stood there, his mind reying Brooks and Evelyn''s interaction. Clearly, Brooks had known Evelyn was alive for some time. So, Evelyn had told Brooks early on but not him, letting him suffer in the pain of losing her. Charles''s expression darkened.


    Once in the car, there was a first aid kit. Evelyn insisted it was just a minor injury, but Brooks was adamant. In the end, Evelyn gave in, allowing Brooks to disinfect and bandage her wounds.


    "Eve, don''t get hurt again; it pains me," Brooks said, his voice noticeably hoarse. "Okay," Evelyn replied softly.


    Brooks tidied up, putting the first aid kit back. Settling into the driver''s seat, he looked at Evelyn and said, "Everything''s set. We''re heading to the prison now to see Wesley."


    Wesley was the one who had tampered with Evelyn''s brakes two years ago.