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She’d only meant to get rid of Evangeline and Soren’s child. That was all. 

But what she hadn’t expected was that, as soon as Soren got her message, he didn’t even spare Evangeline a glance–he rushed her straight to the hospital. 

Poppy had always known Soren didn’t love Evangeline, but it wasn’t until that moment she realized just how deep his indifference ran. He could ignore Evangeline completely. 

With this thought, Poppy felt her emotions gradually settle. Maybe she’d been too hasty. 

After all, Soren and Evangeline had been married for five years. Expecting him to wake up overnight and betray her was probably asking too much. 

But even after she’d figured this out, Poppy didn’t dare to let her guard down. Soren had changed. She couldn’t afford to wait any longer–not just because Helena was pressuring her, but because the longer she delayed, the greater the risk that everything would spiral out of control. 

Poppy forced herself to calm down and think things through. It didn’t take long before a plan started to form in her mind. 

Meanwhile, after Soren left the bedroom, he still felt unsettled. What caught him off guard even more was that the fire Poppy had stirred in him a moment ago had, inexplicably, made him think of Evangeline. 

Since marrying Evangeline, he’d rarely had to forcibly suppress his desires. But now, with Evangeline gone, the urge returned. 

Soren retreated to his study, gulped down a glass of cold water, and waited for the heat in his chest to subside. He had just decided to take a shower when his phone rang–it was his grandmother. 

Mrs. Fawkes had heard from the maid that Soren had braved the storm to come home again, and she was furious. Still, she hadn’t called him right away. She didn’t want to distract him while he was driving in that weather, so she had checked the time and waited until she was sure he’d gotten home safely before dialing his 

number. 

When Soren saw who was calling, he didn’t hesitate to answer. “Grandma, what’s up?” 

“Oh, so you’re still alive?” came Mrs. Fawkes’s dry laugh on the other end. “No big 

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deal–just wanted to check if I still have a grandson, or if I should start planning your funeral.” 

Soren sighed. “Grandma, that’s a terrible thing to say. Talking about funerals–don’t you think that’s a bit unlucky?” 

Mrs. Fawkes gave a sharp chuckle. “Oh, I’m the one bringing bad luck? And you risking your neck out there in the rain is fine? If something really happened to you, would my kind words bring you back to life?” 

At that, Soren finally understood why she had called. Clearly, Evangeline had gone to her and complained again. 

The last bit of lingering affection he’d felt for Evangeline vanished in that instant. His expression darkened, but he kept his tone even. “Grandma, don’t listen to Evangeline’s nonsense. I had something urgent to deal with, and besides, the rain had already let up. There was no danger.” 

“You should get some rest, have your beauty sleep–don’t worry about me.” 

That only made Mrs. Fawkes angrier. “Evangeline hasn’t said a word. Don’t go blaming her for everything.” 

Soren didn’t believe her, but he also didn’t see the point in arguing–no matter what he said, his grandmother would always take Evangeline’s side. 

He relented. “Fine, maybe it wasn’t her. But you shouldn’t just believe every bit of gossip you hear.” 

“I know what I’m doing, Grandma. I can handle my own business.” 

He might as well have told her outright to stop meddling. 

Mrs. Fawkes was so furious she almost laughed. She wanted to scold him, but in the end, she just pressed a hand to her chest and swallowed her words. 

Enough. It wasn’t the first time she’d realized her own grandson could be so dense, so easily misled. Getting angry was pointless. 

She forced herself to speak as calmly as possible. “Tell me, Soren–do you really care about this Poppy girl so much?” 

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