The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 36

Chapter 36:

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At that moment, Penny burst into the room, followed closely by Matias. Matias observed Nate kneeling before Corrine, a realization crystallizing: she was truly unique in Nate’s world.

Never before had he witnessed Nate kneel for anyone.

Before long, Evelyn stirred awake.

Her eyes immediately landed on the bandage wrapped around Corrine’s wrist, and her expression flickered with surprise.

“What happened? How did you hurt yourself?”

Her gaze shifted momentarily to Nate, her expression difficult to read—layered with curiosity and a hint of suspicion. Could it be that Nate, in one of his rare displays of eagerness, had inadvertently caused this?

Corrine smiled faintly, her tone light and reassuring.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I accidentally cut myself while breaking a flowerpot earlier. No need to worry.”

Evelyn nodded, her brows lifting slightly as her features softened.

“I’m glad it’s nothing too bad.” She reached out and gently took Corrine’s hand, her voice warm and inviting.

“Since you’re injured, why don’t you stay the night? It’s better to rest here than to go home.”

Nate’s brow twitched, but his timing was impeccable.

“The rain’s coming down hard, and it doesn’t seem like it’ll let up anytime soon,” he added, his tone calm but firm.

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Evelyn chimed in with mock gravity, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

“Corrine, you’ve only just recovered, and you really shouldn’t risk getting caught in the rain. Now that you’re hurt, it’d only make things worse if you got an infection.”

Nate set a steaming cup of coffee in front of Evelyn, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

“Grandma, you make an excellent point.”

Corrine, who hadn’t managed to get a word in edgewise, could only stare at them in silence.

And just like that, she found herself staying at Evelyn’s house without fully understanding how it had all transpired.

By the time dinner was served, the three of them gathered around the dining table.

Evelyn studied Corrine quietly, taking note of her graceful posture and poised demeanor. Her gaze lingered before she asked, “Corrine, are your parents in Lyhaton?”

At the mention of her parents, Corrine’s lashes lowered, and her voice softened as she shook her head.

“My mother passed away when I was still a child.” A shadow of something sharper crossed her face when her father came to mind—a cold detachment that suggested his absence was both satirical and bitter.

Evelyn’s expression grew sympathetic, and her tone turned more tender.

“So, you’re living alone now? If that’s the case, why not come live with me? It’s not safe for a young woman to be on her own. Here, I can take care of you, and I’d love the company.”

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