Chapter 922

Chapter 922:

“Then explain. Why were you with her?”

“I went to the mall today…” Andrew began, recounting the day’s events with precision. By the time he finished, Madisyn couldn’t help but marvel at his cunning approach. If she were in Evita’s shoes, she’d have wanted to crawl into a hole out of embarrassment. Her impression of Evita continued to nosedive.

“Ring, ring, ring…”

Their conversation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of Andrew’s phone. He glanced at it but showed no intention of picking up until Madisyn nudged him.

“Answer it.”

Reluctantly, Andrew picked up.

A trembling, tearful voice came through the line. “Mr. Klein, are you satisfied with how I am now?” It was Evita.

Andrew’s voice dropped to an icy chill, as sharp and unrelenting as frost. “What do you mean?”

On the other end, Evita shivered but managed to reply, “I’m in the hospital.” Her tone was fragile, dripping with helplessness. Since Andrew clearly hadn’t known about her hospitalization, Evita made sure to tell him directly—she didn’t believe he’d stay so composed after hearing it.

“What do you want now?” Andrew’s voice was icy, devoid of any warmth.

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Evita felt her chest tighten. “Mr. Klein, how can you watch me struggle like this?” she asked, her voice quivering, frustration evident.

Madisyn, who had been quietly listening nearby, could no longer hold back. She leaned forward, snatched the phone from Andrew, and spoke firmly. “You need money, right? He’s already helped you get a job that can solve that problem. What more do you want?”

Evita scowled. “That job is completely unsuitable for me! Why would he go out of his way to make my life difficult?”

Madisyn raised a brow, a hint of disbelief flickering across her face. Was Evita… proud? Was she implying that Andrew’s actions were some form of personal attention?

“You think he’s making your life difficult on purpose?” Madisyn shot back. “Do you even realize how many people work tirelessly every day just to make ends meet? Do you want a job where you get paid for doing absolutely nothing? Is that it?”

Evita’s expression hardened. “Don’t twist my words,” she snapped. “I’m just saying the job isn’t right for me. And why are you so upset? I’m not like other women who sit around dreaming of easy handouts!”

Madisyn shook her head, her patience running thin.

“Then maybe you should figure out how to solve your money problems on your own,” she said sharply before ending the call. She set the phone down, disgust evident on her face.

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