"Then can you send me a screenshot of your texts?"
Florence Morgan froze.
"What do you want this for?"
"Just don't worry about it. I have my reasons." Julian Sterling paused, afraid his mother would refuse. He added, "This screenshot will determine whether or not I can win Eve back!"
"Oh? In that case, I'll send it to you right now!"
After they hung up, Florence Morgan immediately sent the screenshot.
Looking at the conversation, a smirk played on Julian Sterling's lips.
'Talk about snatching victory from the jaws of defeat.'
"Heh."
'Trying to steal my woman?'
'My little brother is still a bit too naive.'
...
Evelyn Grant slept restlessly that night.
She dreamed her mother found out about her and Julian Sterling, had a heart attack, and was rushed to the hospital.
The doctor kept scolding her, asking why she, as a daughter, hadn't taken better care of her mother.
Evelyn Grant was so overwhelmed with guilt she couldn't even raise her head.
