Unmasking the Heiress

Evangeline's memories of Yessica were hazy, but from the photographs, it was clear how beautiful and graceful her mother had been. How could someone so wonderful have borne a child for Andrew?

The more Evangeline thought about it, the more hatred festered inside her, as if her heart were plunging into an endless abyss.

In the darkness of her mind, she saw the image of the judge sentencing Andrew to death.

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What a conflict of emotions.

Andrew was the man who had caused his wife's death and dragged her into such misery. He was finally facing punishment, but she felt pity for him. Was this the bond of blood?

Evangeline's mind went blank, her hollow heart unsure of what to think or feel.

Images of the few moments of fatherly love Andrew had ever shown her began to surface, and she could not stop herself from softening.

She even thought, was there anything she could do to save Andrew from death...?

*As for Lydia, she had never been a consideration.

What Evangeline did not know was that while she tossed and turned, Julieta had been

keeping watch outside her door.

A pregnant woman's emotions were naturally sensitive, and Evangeline, already vulnerable, had encountered this calamity while carrying a child.

The punishment of a wicked man was only just, but what had Evangeline, the one delivering the punishment, done to deserve this pain?

Out of concern for Evangeline, Julieta had left the door slightly ajar when she stepped outside. The sound of Evangeline turning in bed echoed in her ears. Finally, Julieta could not hold back any longer.

She knocked gently on the door, lowering her voice considerately. "Miss, are you awake?"

Evangeline had just turned over when the voice startled her and her mind fell into a sudden panic. She answered without thinking, "I'm asleep..." The moment she spoke, Evangeline regretted it.

The next second, Julieta quietly entered the room, making sure to close the door behind her.

*Miss, I can't sleep. Why don't we chat for a while?"

Julieta, always so understanding, did not dwell on the fact that Evangeline had just lied to her. Here she

was, nearing midnight, acting like a caring aunt, coming to keep Evangeline company.

"Sure... Sure."

Evangeline sat up and, seeing the dark circles under Julieta's eyes, was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, barely able to form coherent words. Julieta naturally placed a pillow behind her back to make her sit more comfortably.

"Mrs. Lewis, are you thinking of your children? Is that why you can't sleep?"

To Evangeline, Julieta had always been like a mother. From her, Evangeline had felt the warmth of maternal love. Of course, Julieta had children of her own, and that was a fact. 1 "Yes, I miss them very much." Julieta's gaze drifted, as if, in some distant, ethereal world, she could already see her children living happy lives.

Her gaze returned to Evangeline. "Miss, you can't sleep either, can you?"

Being seen through like that was unsettling. Meeting Julieta's eyes, Evangeline felt nervous and uneasy. "I ... I'm fine, I've probably just slept too much."

She hated Andrew, but her restless nights because of him were something she could not put into words.

"I'll fall asleep soon."

"Blood ties are a bond that can never be severed in this world. Miss, it's perfectly natural that you can't sleep because of your father. There's nothing to hide." Especially in Evangeline's case-it was as though she were personally sending her father to the execution ground. The burden on her heart could only be heavier.