Chapter 907

Chapter 907:

The person who reported her father was an adversary, Myles, and the accusations centered on shady financial dealings between her father and Myles. If her father could shift the blame onto Myles and her mother, he might not only evade the fallout but also garner sympathy from everyone around him.

A knot tightened in Evita’s stomach. She hadn’t expected her father to be so cold-blooded. Slowly, her hand moved to end the call, but her father’s voice hurriedly broke in.

“Evita, listen. Once I’m out, I’ll take care of you. I know things are tough for you right now, especially with our assets having been seized, right? Do you really want to live the rest of your life in poverty?”

Evita’s fingers trembled slightly as she answered, “I can’t betray my mother!”

“This isn’t betrayal. It’s about building a better future for us. Even if your mother ends up in jail, it’ll only be for a few years. I’ll figure out a way to get her out. Meanwhile, our assets will stay intact, and we’ll get back the life we had!”

Evita remained silent. As the visitation time was almost up, her father delivered one last push.

“Evita, think about it carefully.”

Evita left, walking down the road. Her thoughts spun in turmoil. At some point, the weather had shifted; the once-clear sky was now overcast, and gusts of wind swirled fallen leaves at her feet.

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Her father’s reasoning made sense. If he could clear his name, their family could rise again. The comfortable life she had once taken for granted wouldn’t be out of reach anymore.

As she lost herself in thought, a blaring car horn snapped her back to reality. The realization of what she’d been contemplating hit her like a punch to the gut. Betray her mother? The same mother who had always been gentle and supportive to her? No.

For now, she had to focus on raising the 200 thousand dollars needed for her mother’s medical bills. With renewed determination, Evita’s gaze hardened.

Madisyn stayed with Andrew until nightfall. Later, she arrived at the restaurant Luka had chosen for their dinner. Luka and Vienna were already there, but her parents hadn’t arrived yet.

“Madisyn, take a seat. Your cousins are still abroad and couldn’t make it,” Vienna said warmly, her gaze filled with affection.

“Okay, Vienna,” Madisyn replied politely as she sat down, pulling out her phone to text her parents. Neither of them responded. It was already 6:15 PM—15 minutes past the agreed time.

Luka and Vienna remained composed. Madisyn tried to explain, “They probably got held up. My mother was really looking forward to this dinner.”

Luka, ever the gentleman, replied, “That’s fine. Let’s wait a little longer. There’s no rush.”

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