The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 970:

Corrine let out a quiet laugh, light but meant to reassure. “No, I was not frightened at all.”

“That is good.” Evelyn exhaled, though tension still lingered in her voice. “The Burgess family went too far this time. Hiring hitmen… their arrogance knows no bounds. They must pay the price.”

Corrine’s tongue ran across her dry lips. “They have already been punished,” she said, her voice measured.

There was no need to elaborate. The complete dismantling of the Burgess family was punishment enough—the kind of downfall from which there was no return.

Evelyn’s hand relaxed slightly, though her concern did not fully fade. “Corrine, you are still a young woman. You do not need to bear the weight of these fights. Let Nate handle the battles. You can simply stand back and watch. There is no need for you to get hurt, do you understand?”

The unexpected tenderness caught Corrine off guard.

She had expected a scolding—perhaps Evelyn would call her too ruthless, too reckless. Instead, the old lady’s only worry was whether she might be harmed.

The warmth of that concern settled over Corrine like a soft blanket, soothing the invisible bruises left by the night before.

“I understand, Evelyn.”

“By the way,” Evelyn continued, her voice brightening slightly, “are you coming for dinner tonight? I had the staff prepare all your favorite dishes.”noveldrama

Corrine hesitated, the words catching somewhere between her throat and tongue.

“Evelyn, today…” The refusal was difficult to voice.

Evelyn chuckled. “If not tonight, then some other day. You know you are always welcome, no matter when you decide to come.”

Relief flickered through Corrine’s chest. “Alright.”

C𝒉𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝒸𝓀 𝒕𝒉𝑒 𝓒𝒐𝓹𝓲𝒓𝒊𝓰𝒉𝓉 𝒂𝓽 g𝓪𝗅𝗇ov𝖊𝗅𝓈.ℂom

After hanging up, she stretched and then headed for the bathroom.

When she stepped out, towel-drying her hair, her phone vibrated again—this time, displaying an unknown number.

Frowning slightly, she answered. “Miss Holland, it is me, Wilbur,” came Wilbur’s voice on the other end.

“Wilbur?” Corrine arched a brow, not expecting Wilbur to contact her directly. “Is something wrong?”

There was a slight pause before he answered. “Leah has asked to see you.”

Corrine’s fingers tightened briefly around the phone. “Understood.”

At the police station, Sonia sat slumped on the cold concrete steps, her hands limp in her lap, her phone screen reflecting back at her like a silent accusation.

Her eyes flicked over the message again.

“Sonia, it is not that I do not want to help you, but I truly have no power to do so. This time, you have crossed the Ford family—the wealthiest family in Lyhaton. Even if both our families joined forces, we could not match even a fraction of their strength. When the Ford family decides to destroy someone, there is no escape. There is even a rumor that Corrine is Carl’s granddaughter. If you had not targeted her, none of this would have happened. If you want to salvage anything, focus on that. If you are serious about saving the Burgess family, your only option is to apologize to Corrine and offer compensation. But as for me, I cannot do anything for you.”

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