“Quetzal, listen to me now. Take a deep breath, exhale slowly, and relax yourself.”
Quetzal followed the instructions, and it worked, she felt better now.
“Evelyn, I don’t feel nervous anymore.”
“Clear your mind,” Evelyn reminded in a soft voice, “If the director asks you to perform a scene where Luna dies tragically, remember to express a sense of relief.”
“Why?” Quetzal was puzzled.
Shouldn’t Luna die with deep resentment and bitterness since her revenge failed?
Evelyn shook her head, “Luna has a different philosophy than Serena. She was fed up with Serena’s indecisiveness long ago. The only reason she protected her sister was because of their parents’ dying wish. Completing her mission and losing her life is also a way of fulfilling her duty, so…”
“So, at the moment of death, she sees everything, including love, hatred, and grievances, as insignificant. That’s why she shows a sense of relief,” Quetzal continued.
“You’re quite smart.”
“Evelyn, I suddenly thought of a more suitable action. I’ll call you later.”
Before Evelyn could finish her admonition, Quetzal hurriedly hung up the phone.
Well, compared to others interviewing for the role, Quetzal already had a thorough understanding of Luna.
…
Two days later, Ava returned home. She arranged a family feast and personally called Evelyn to invite her.
Evelyn had no choice but to accept.
On the family feast.
Ava rushed up to Evelyn, her eyes slightly red, “Evelyn, thanks to you this time. Otherwise, I would have lost my son.”
For the first time in two lifetimes, Evelyn saw Ava so vulnerable.
“Mom, Henry is important to you. For me, he is my life. Without him, I wouldn’t have the courage to live. So, Mom, no need to thank me. Saving him is like saving myself.”
“Okay,” Ava smiled, “Sweet girl, no wonder Henry likes you so much.”
While they were talking, Old Mr. Wilson and Old Mrs. Wilson approached.
Old Mr. Wilson had a stern expression, showing his usual unfriendly attitude towards Evelyn. However, Old Mrs. Wilson’s demeanor had softened a bit.
“You, come with me,” Old Mr. Wilson looked at Henry, then walked upstairs slowly.
“Evelyn,” Old Mrs. Wilson stepped forward, “You’ve been with us for a while. I… I… This is a gift from me to you.” As she spoke, she suddenly handed a valuable gold bracelet to Evelyn.
When Evelyn hesitated, Ava directly put the bracelet on her wrist, “You can’t refuse gifts from elders.”
“Thank you, Grandma,” Evelyn obediently accepted.
“If you have time, come back and chat with me. Ava is too busy,” Old Mrs. Wilson suggested.
Evelyn was somewhat surprised but nodded in compliance. Old Mrs. Wilson smiled with satisfaction then she followed Henry upstairs.
Henry and Old Mr. Wilson were currently in the study.
When Old Mrs. Wilson arrived, she heard Old Mr. Wilson excitedly questioning Henry.
“Did that woman use this little contribution to make demands on you again? What is it this time? A contract? Land? Or money?”
Seeing Henry’s lack of reaction, Old Mr. Wilson stomped his foot in frustration. “I knew you were being manipulated by that woman again. Henry, she may have shed some blood, but that’s not a reason for her to demand.”
Upon seeing Old Mrs. Wilson, he became even more spirited, “I told you that woman would never change her ways. It’s only been a few days, and she can’t contain herself…”
He hadn’t finished his sentence when…
“Grandpa, what do you mean by her shedding blood?”
Old Mr. Wilson was taken aback, his incessant words abruptly cut off. He stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend that Henry was still unaware of the situation.
“Grandpa, what’s going on?” Henry frowned, demanding an explanation.
Old Mr. Wilson, showing no intention to speak anymore, remained silent.
“Henry,” Old Mrs. Wilson explained, “Evelyn has the same blood type as you. That day, to save you, she gave an excessive amount of blood.”
Recalling the scene from that day, Old Mrs. Wilson subconsciously furrowed her brows. As a woman, she understood the significance of such sacrifices. Therefore, she could let go of Evelyn’s past actions and slowly accept her as a granddaughter-in-law.
Without going into details, but Henry realized the danger. He gave Old Mr. Wilson a cold glance, and left without a word.
“What… what does he mean? I am his grandfather…”
…
Evelyn took a piece of cake and sat in a corner, waiting for the banquet to begin.
Just as she took a bite, Felix and his wife, Wendy, approached.
Seeing the gold bracelet on Evelyn’s wrist, Wendy snarkily remarked, “Isn’t this the bracelet Mom wanted to donate last time?”
Felix chimed in, “Yeah, Mom thought this bracelet was too cheap, so she wanted to donate it. Now, it seems she found someone who matches its worth.”
Their words carried a hint of sarcasm, suggesting that Old Mrs. Wilson had given Evelyn a piece of junk.