99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear

Stella smirked, watching Evelyn eat in silence. "See? Even though he gave this to you, if I want it, he'll still hand it

over."

She leaned in, her voice dripping with mockery. "Little girl, why are you still clinging to him? If you're smart, you'd get rid of the baby and leave now. At least you'll keep some dignity. If you wait until Martin throws you out, you'll be the laughingstock of the entire circle."

Evelyn frowned, her patience wearing thin. She couldn't understand how someone could be so shameless, flaunting their obsession with a married man right in front of his wife.

"Are you done?" Evelyn finally looked up, her reaction not what Stella had expected.

No tears, no anger-just cold indifference.

Stella's smile faltered, but before she could retort, her eyes flicked to the side.

In an instant, her expression shifted. She grabbed the bowl of scalding soup and poured it over herself.

"Ah!"

Her scream echoed through the room. Martin rushed over, catching Stella as she collapsed into his arms.

She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Martin, don't blame Evelyn. You gave her the house, so it's natural she's upset with me."

Her voice trembled with fake restraint, and Martin's face softened with concern. Evelyn stood, her voice steady. "It wasn't me. I didn't do it."

"Evelyn, even if you're upset, you can't hurt someone!" Martin's voice was sharp, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Without another word, he scooped Stella into his arms and rushed out, leaving Evelyn behind.

She didn't follow. Instead, she went home alone.

When Martin returned late that night, his face was cold. "Stella has severe burns. You need to apologize."noveldrama

Evelyn shook her head. "I didn't do it. I won't apologize."

Martin pinched the bridge of his nose, frustration clear. "You're being childish. Stella's my friend-"

Friend? Evelyn almost laughed. Was that what they were calling it now?

"If you don't believe me, check the surveillance footage," she said flatly.

Martin dismissed her suggestion, grabbing her arm. "Enough. You're coming with me to apologize."

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Evelyn struggled, trying to break free. In the chaos, Martin let go, and she stumbled backward.

"bang!"

Her head hit the edge of the table with a sickening crack. Blood poured down her face, staining her vision red.

"Evelyn!"

Martin's voice was panicked as he scooped her up and rushed to the hospital.

The wound required over a dozen stitches. When the doctor finished, Martin finally exhaled, guilt flickering in his

eyes.

"Evelyn, I'm sorry. It's my fault. If you don't want to apologize, you don't have to. I'll handle everything."

Evelyn stayed silent, her face blank. Inside, her heart was breaking.

Even now, he thought she was just being stubborn. He hadn't even considered checking the footage. His trust in Stella was absolute.

Because he loved her.

The doctor returned, giving instructions for her care.

Martin listened intently, then asked, "What about the baby? Is everything okay?"