Chapter 15
“Didn’t I already fire Cindy? Why was she with you at Harry’s kindergarten? You’d better have an explanation for this, or Bev won’t be the only one who’s mad! I will be too! Even your sister, brother-in-law, and niece won’t forgive you!” Heather snapped.
Christina took the folder. After seeing its contents, she threw it on the floor and clapped a hand over her mouth in disbelief.” Evan, don’t tell me you actually betrayed Beverly!”
Beverly struggled to get down from Evan’s arms, but he refused to loosen his hold. He kept her where she was, tightening his arms around her like a vise until she was forced to look him in the eye.
She pretty much knew who her savior-the one who’d called her his junior-was. He was the only one capable of this. He’d found her passed out outside the kindergarten, checked the surveillance footage for the truth, and swapped it with other images for the bodyguards to find.
She met Evan’s eyes. They were too deep and unfathomable for her to read his thoughts.
Just then, Harold, who’d been asleep in the backseat of the car, woke up. When he got out and saw the images scattered on the ground, he picked them up and asked, “Grandma, why did you guys throw my photos with Cindy away? She’s going abroad, so these are our last pictures together. I won’t ever see her again.”
He held them close and started crying.
Heather immediately caught on and hurried forward to hold him. “Harry, was Cindy at the kindergarten to see you? Why was your father there, then?”
Harold thought about it. “Cindy and I agreed that she would pick me up after class today and take me out for fun before dropping me at home. But Daddy showed up and chased her away.”
Everyone sighed in relief at that. Heather smiled and said, “Oh, so it’s a misunderstanding.”
“I knew it. Any man in the world can cheat, but not Evan.” Some color returned to Christina’s pale face as she spoke with a hint of pride in her voice. She also eyed her husband, Lance York.
“But why is Uncle Evan holding Harry at the same time as this woman?” Christina’s daughter, Theresa York, asked. She looked at the images curiously. “It looks just like when I’m with Mommy and Daddy. They’re like a family.”
Everyone’s expressions turned flustered again. Lance said, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. See how Harry’s knees are dirty? She probably reached out to help him up at the same time your Uncle Evan did.
“I have to say that these images captured from surveillance footage are really clear, though. It’s almost as if they’ve been edited
to be like that.”
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Beverly’s tears slowed to a stop when she heard that, and she looked at Evan. Sure enough, his gaze darkened. He soon ordered his bodyguards to verify the authenticity of the images, but she was sure they wouldn’t find any traces of them being tampered
with.
“Well, the misunderstanding has been unraveled, and I’m sure everyone’s hungry now. Let’s eat,” Heather said jovially.
Harold held Theresa’s hand, throwing the photos he’d held close earlier into a maid’s waiting arms, as if they were trash. He said excitedly, “Theresa, I found something really fun. Come with me!”
Theresa skipped away with him.
Beverly watched as they ran off joyfully. Then, she saw the maid carelessly place the images in the entryway.
Thinking about how Evan had slapped Harold, she didn’t know how to feel about the whole situation.
Harold was only five, and she’d been by his side every step of his growth. He wasn’t rotten to the core-Cindy had just led him
astray. Now that Cindy was gone, he would learn to tell right from wrong as he grew older.
Heather watched as Evan carried Beverly into the dining room before having a maid get him some cold water to bring down the
swelling on Beverly’s palm. She sighed in relief when she saw that they were still as loving as always.
