Listening to Yvette's icy voice, Evelyn's lips curled awkwardly.
Both of them are women, so why is she so timid?
Upon hearing about the strange occurrences in the villa, Caden Lockwood immediately dropped his work and rushed back. When he saw the ashes and photos in the study, his face instantly turned dark and grim.
It seems that someone wants to disturb Evelyn using Yvonne Rhodes' death.
"Frightened, aren't you?" Caden embraced Evelyn in his arms, "Don't be afraid; those aren't real ashes, just props."
Evelyn's face was ashen.
She looked at Caden, and from the moment the incident occurred until now, she had regained quite a bit of composure.
Now, she felt less fear and more confusion.
Seeing Evelyn remain silent, Caden pulled her into the bedroom, gently kissed her forehead, and whispered softly in her ear, "It's my fault for being negligent and letting those things mix in."
"Uncle." Evelyn's voice was very, very light.
