Chapter 93
Evelyn's gaze was icy and resolute.
"Victoria must have pampered you so much that you've grown shameless."
"This is between us. Don't drag anyone else into it." Nathan's chest burned with fury.
"If you don't want to hear harsh words, then stay away from me. The only thing left between us is finalizing the divorce. Goodbye, Mr. Blackwood."
Nathan was accustomed to Evelyn's bright, adoring eyes. The coldness in them now sent a chill down his spine, as if he'd plunged into an icy abyss, the warmth around him vanishing.
"I won't let you leave!"
Evelyn parted her lips slightly, a mocking smirk playing on them. "Who do you think you are to command me? Am I your pet? Why should I obey you?"
"You don’t have to degrade yourself like that. I never thought of you as a pet." Nathan frowned, displeased.
"Degrade myself?" She laughed bitterly. "Nathan, are you truly this dense? Can’t you understand? I despise you. Stop bothering me!"
Evelyn's eyes reddened as she tried to wrench her wrist free.
But Nathan was just as stubborn. The more she struggled, the tighter his grip became, oblivious to the pain he was causing.
"Ah—!" She gasped, wincing.
Clutching her forearm, she doubled over, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Nathan finally noticed something was wrong and released her immediately.
His breath hitched when he saw the blood staining his palm.
In his desperation to keep her from leaving, he had forgotten about the unhealed wound on her wrist.
He had been reckless.
"I’ll take you to the infirmary." His voice was rough with guilt, his expression heavy.
"Leave. Or I’ll call the police." Evelyn stepped back, her glare sharp.
"Get out!"
She couldn’t take it anymore. Her heart ached just like her wounded hand.
For three years of marriage, Nathan had ignored her, never even touching her.
Now that they were divorced, he wouldn’t stop harassing her.
How ironic.
Nathan stiffened at her outburst, his handsome face frozen in shock.
"You want me gone? Why didn’t you say that when you forced me into marriage?"
"Because I loved you back then." Her eyes burned with unshed tears.
Nathan felt as if a knife had twisted in his chest. His breathing turned ragged.
"When I loved you, you could treat me however you pleased. But now? My patience is gone. Did you think you could still enjoy my devotion after the divorce? No, Nathan. I don’t love you. You mean nothing to me."
Evelyn lifted her chin defiantly, turned on her heel, and walked away without hesitation.
"Evelyn, if it weren’t for Grandfather, do you think I’d bother chasing after you? Do you know how much he misses you? He’s been restless, unable to reach you."
Nathan’s voice cracked, his words laced with bitterness. "You claim you care about him. Are you breaking your promise now? Do you think he’s too senile to notice?"
Evelyn clenched her fists, her breath shaky.
Reginald was the one person she couldn’t bear to disappoint. He was the last thread tying her to Nathan.
Evelyn was a woman of her word. She had promised to wait until after Reginald’s birthday to finalize the divorce, and she wouldn’t go back on that—no matter how much it hurt.
"I’m not breaking my promise. I’ll visit him in the next few days."
"Now."
"What?"
"Come with me to see him now. He hasn’t slept properly in five days. Without you, he barely eats."
Nathan’s patience was fraying, his breathing uneven.
"Don’t let him down, Evelyn."
In the end, she relented.
When she first cared for Reginald at the nursing home, her motives hadn’t been pure. Back then, she never imagined marrying Nathan. She only wanted to do something for him, to see him more often.
But over time, she grew genuinely fond of the kind old man.
Despite his age, Reginald remained sharp—wise, strategic, and insightful. Even retired from Blackwood Industries, he still guided the family’s major decisions when needed. He was a mentor to the younger generations.
Evelyn had learned much from him, applying those lessons when managing Monarch Grand Hotels.
To her, Reginald wasn’t just a grandfather—he was her teacher.