Chapter 159 Blood Doesn’t Make a Mother
Before Evelyn could get any real answers, the call was abruptly cut off.
She stared at her phone, her mind spinning.
Eliza?
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“Mom, do you think this dress is good for my first day at Claire University?” Naomi chirped, twirling in front of Evelyn, completely unaware.
When Evelyn didn’t answer, Naomi frowned. “Mom? What’s wrong?”
Evelyn’s thoughts drifted to that day at the real estate office–when she saw Eliza holding those red booklets.
She hadn’t paid it much attention at the time.
But now, after what Grace had just told her, the pieces began to fall into place.
“Naomi, that day at the real estate office–wasn’t Eliza holding some real estate documents?”
“Documents?” Naomi tried to recall. “Maybe… I don’t really know. I think they were just papers.”
“Silly girl! Those were property deeds!”
Evelyn’s expression turned grim. “That brat–wasn’t she just working part–time jobs? Where would she get the money to buy property? And multiple units at that!”
“There’s no way they were hers. How could she possibly afford them?”
Naomi scoffed at the idea.
Eliza, rich? That’s insane.
“Then whose were they? Don’t you remember how that real estate manager treated her? Siding with her every time?”
No real estate agent would go out of their way like that unless the person was a major client.
“B–but where would she even get that kind of money?”
It was flu season. Though lockdowns had ended, the outbreak still ravaged the economy. Every industry was struggling–except for healthcare.
Could it be…?
Naomi and Evelyn locked eyes, both of them struck by the same suspicion.
Was Eliza not just working during winter break–but running a business?
“That conniving little witch! She’s been hiding this from us the whole time!”
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Evelyn remembered how she’d been duped over winter break, losing eight million.
So that whole setup… was Eliza’s plan from the start!
“Mom, where could Eliza possibly get that much money?” Naomi’s voice was sour, her face pale.
Eliza’s allowance had always been a fraction of her own. There was no way she could’ve saved up enough to fund a business, let alone buy multiple properties.
“Isn’t it obvious? That little fox probably got in with one, of those boys in her class! Or maybe even Tyson! Why else would he help her and not us?!”
The more Evelyn ranted, the deeper the jealousy crept into Naomi’s eyes.
Why Eliza? Why was she the one who kept getting recognized by important people?
Wasn’t I the one who always stood in the spotlight?
“Let’s go! We’re going to confront her right now!”
Evelyn grabbed Naomi’s arm and stormed out the door.
If not for Naomi, she thought bitterly, I’d have never lowered myself to beg the Holt family… never needed to borrow eighty million!
All of it–every loss, every humiliation–she blamed on Eliza.
Eliza had just returned home after confirming the site for her company’s office.
She paused when she saw Naomi and Evelyn waiting at her door.
Her brows furrowed.
How did they even find out where I live?
The only people who knew her address were Nolan and his friends… Claire University’s admissions office… and Tyson.
She had never told Evelyn where she lived.
“Eliza!”
Evelyn rushed toward her like a madwoman, shouting, “It was you! You made us lose everything! Give me back my eight million!”
Evelyn stumbled before even reaching her. Eliza had simply stepped back, letting her fall to the floor.
“Mom,” Eliza said, voice laced with irony, “what are you talking about? I don’t understand a word. Eight million? Never heard of it.”
That “Mom” sounded more like a jab than a term of endearment.
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Evelyn’s eyes burned with fury. “Don’t play dumb with me! I know you used our money to start some secret business. Otherwise, how the hell could you afford to live in a place like this? You think we’re stupid?!”
So Grace already told her everything.
Eliza could tell just from Evelyn’s face–she knew.
Eliza gave a slow, mocking smile. “Mom, aren’t you supposed to be proud of me? I’ve finally made something of myself.”
“Don’t call me that! You ungrateful little snake!”
Evelyn roared, “If I’d known this is how you’d turn out… I never would’ve raised you!”
The moment the words left her mouth, Eliza’s eyes turned cold as ice.
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