Chapter 414

Michael Sterling arrived at Mooncrest Manor.

He slammed the car door shut and marched toward the entrance. Two burly guards immediately blocked his path.

"I'm here for Evelyn Thorne!" Michael declared. "Your employer is dead. You might want to consider whether your paychecks will still clear."

The guards exchanged confused glances.

Inside, the housekeeper was assisting Evelyn down the grand staircase. She was preparing to leave the estate.

Dominic Blackwood was gone. Evelyn needed to see him one final time.

When Michael spotted Evelyn, he shoved past the guards without hesitation.

"Evelyn! I'm taking you home!" Michael practically snatched her from the housekeeper's grasp.

After settling Evelyn into the passenger seat, Michael's eyes dropped to her leg. The loose sweatpairs concealed any visible injuries.

"You were favoring your right side back there. I don't buy that you're fully recovered." His brow furrowed as he started the ignition. "We're going straight to Metropolitan General when we reach the city."

Evelyn clutched the seatbelt with trembling fingers. Her chest felt hollow.

"Evelyn... His lawyers... They won't come after you, will they?" Michael hesitated before asking, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

Michael had always despised Dominic for how he'd treated Evelyn and the twins.

While part of him pitied the man's demise, his primary concern remained Evelyn. He prayed Dominic's death wouldn't bring legal repercussions crashing down on her.

"I don't know." Her voice was barely audible. At this moment, potential lawsuits were the least of her worries.

"What... happened between you two?" Michael kept his tone gentle, aware of the delicate nature of the question.

"I don't know." The weight of memories pressed down on her. Just thinking about Dominic made breathing difficult.

"Did you sleep at all?" Michael noted her swollen, bloodshot eyes. "Rest now. The twins need you strong. I'll retain the best legal team money can buy. You focus on healing."

Evelyn closed her eyes. Dominic's pained, hate-filled gaze haunted her. His final words echoed - he wouldn't seek her out in any future life.

They'd hurt each other beyond repair. Why else would he have plunged that dagger into his own chest?

Death was preferable to seeing her face again.

At Mooncrest Academy during recess, Henry pulled Lily aside.

"The bastard's dead." Henry had seen the news alert and needed to tell his sister.

Lily's eyes widened. "Which one? Julian... or Dominic?"

"Dominic," Henry admitted awkwardly, the name tasting bitter on his tongue.

Lily's initial shock faded. Despite hating their biological father, his death still struck a chord.

"How?" she wondered aloud.

"Henry, is this real? You're not lying?" Lily's eyes welled up, her nose turning pink.

Henry nodded solemnly.

"Waaah... He's gone. Mommy's safe now... So why does this hurt?" Lily swiped at her tears. "I shouldn't feel sad, right?"

Henry shrugged. "Feel whatever you need to feel."

"Are you sad?" Lily studied her brother through watery eyes.

The fading bruise on Henry's neck served as a painful reminder. Even if he grieved, he'd never show it.

"Nope."

"Oh... Then... Should we visit his grave?" Lily suddenly asked. After Grandma Clara died, Mommy often took them to pay respects.