Chapter 519

"She is my daughter!!"

Mrs. Evans's voice was like a thunderclap, shattering the silent air.

Everyone froze.

All eyes turned to her, then to Jane, who stood frozen nearby.

Mrs. White's mouth fell open. She looked at Jane, then at Mrs. Evans, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Nathan was as if struck by lightning, his entire body rigid.

Only Jane's mind was a complete blank, standing there in a daze.

Mrs. Evans took a step forward. Her finger pointed directly at Jane's cheek, where the clear imprint of a slap had not yet fully faded. She stared at Mrs. White, her voice cold as ice. "The injury on my daughter's face. Did you hit her?"

Mrs. White instinctively wanted to deny it.

Mrs. Evans continued immediately. "If not you, then was it your son?"

Mrs. White trembled all over. The denial on the tip of her tongue was swallowed back.

She looked at Mrs. Evans. Her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees with a thud. "Cousin, I was wrong! It was me!"

She raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face. "I truly know I was wrong! Cousin, you are magSterlingimous, please let us off!"

Mrs. Evans's expression remained impassive, unmoved.

Mrs. White panicked. She slapped her other cheek, even harder. "I was a fool! I didn't know Jane was the Miss Evans! I thought she had offended the Evans family, I wanted to vent anger on behalf of the Evans family, that's why..."

Slap!

"Cousin, please forgive me this time!"

With every sentence, she slapped herself. Her cheeks quickly became red and swollen.

Nathan couldn't bear to watch anymore. He rushed forward, trying to help his mother up. "Mom, it's my fault. Get up!"

Mrs. White didn't dare get up.

Nathan suddenly looked up at Mrs. Evans. His gaze swept over Jane, and his fists clenched tightly.

An unprecedented sense of shame, like a venomous snake, gnawed at his heart.

Just moments ago, when his mother suggested making Jane his mistress, he had felt a stir of desire.

Now, looking back, he realized with a shock that he had always subconsciously felt superior to Jane.

He thought Jane would agree. He thought she would sacrifice for him.

He thought being willing to be with Jane was a favor he bestowed upon her.

He promised he could give her everything except a proper title.

But now, the lofty veil had been ruthlessly torn away.

His own mother was kneeling and begging for mercy.

Jane had transformed into Miss Evans, someone he could no longer hope to reach.

The immense disparity made him feel utterly humiliated.

He suddenly looked at Jane, his eyes red, his voice pleading. "Jane... you... can you ask Mrs. Evans not to pursue this, please?"

Jane clenched her fists.

Her nails dug deep into her palms.

She gave a bitter smile and lowered her gaze.

What gave Nathan the right to ask her to back down?

Where was he when his mother was pressuring her?

Everything before her eyes had become so strange, so ironic.

She took a step back, wanting to say something to Mrs. Evans.

Just then—

"Damn it!"

A furious curse suddenly rang out.

Justin Evans charged forward like a whirlwind. He rushed up to Nathan, grabbed him by the collar, and rained down punches!

"You dare bully my sister?!"

"I'll beat you to death today!"

Fists landed on Nathan's body and face with dull thuds.

Mrs. White screamed and threw herself forward, trying to pull Justin away, but was shoved aside.

She looked frantically at Mrs. Evans, her gaze finally settling on Jane.

She scrambled on her hands and knees to Jane, grabbing her hand desperately. "Jane! Miss Evans! For the sake of how well Nathan treated you before, please spare him! I beg you!"

She kowtowed to Jane, her head thumping against the floor.

Jane looked at Mrs. White.

This face, streaked with tears and snot, overlapped with the arrogant, pressuring face from before.

So ugly.

She took a deep breath and stepped forward. She reached out and pushed Justin.

Justin, startled by her touch, immediately stopped and jumped back.

He looked at Jane, his tone urgent. "Belle, this kind of scum deserves a beating! Don't stop me. If he dies, it's on me!"

Jane shook her head.

She took out the pen and paper she always carried and wrote quickly: The crime doesn't warrant death.

But Justin's eyes turned red. "He bullied you. He deserves to die! Your brother will make him regret it for the rest of his life!"

Jane looked at him.

Justin's fierce expression now gradually overlapped with the Justin who had forced her to jump off the hospital rooftop.

A demonic face.

Fear instantly seized her heart.

Her face paled. She instinctively took a step back, waving her hands repeatedly.

Justin was taken aback.

Mrs. Evans immediately shouted, "Enough!"

Seeing Jane's pale face, Justin didn't dare strike again. He glared fiercely at Nathan.

Nathan's face was already bruised and swollen, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Justin spat. "Get lost!"

Mrs. White, as if granted amnesty, scrambled to help Nathan up. "Son, are you okay?"

Nathan wiped the blood from his mouth. His fists clenched so tightly they creaked.

His gaze remained fixed on Jane, unwilling to look away.

Mrs. White tried to pull him away, but he stood rooted to the spot, unmoving.

Justin raised his fist. "Still not leaving? Want another taste?"

Nathan's jaw tightened. He suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse. "Jane, I know I was wrong... can you forgive me? I truly know I was wrong!"

Mrs. White also looked at Jane with hope.

Jane stood with her side turned to him.

Hearing his voice, she slowly turned her head.

Nathan's face was covered in tears, mixed with blood and grime, a wretched sight. "Jane, I'm sorry... but I truly love you! I was just too afraid of losing you, I lost my head for a moment... Jane, forgive me, please?"

He wiped the blood from his nose and took a step toward Jane.

Jane looked at him coldly.

She took out her pen and paper and lowered her head to write.

Nathan wanted to speak, but Mrs. White hurriedly pulled him back, whispering urgently, "Don't disturb Miss Evans! Let her write!"

Jane's pen paused slightly.

How ironic.

When she was just Jane, she never even had the chance to write an explanation.

Every time she wrote a few words, she would be impatiently interrupted.

But now that she was Miss Evans, they were willing to wait for her to write this long passage.

Was a status really that important?

She finished writing and handed the paper to Nathan.

On it was a clear line of text: Nathan, I will never forget how you and your mother pressured me to become your mistress. In my heart, you are no longer the person I knew. We are over.

Seeing the words, Nathan was as if struck by a heavy blow.

He stared blankly at Jane, his lips trembling, still wanting to say something.

Justin shouted sharply, "Get lost! If you don't leave now, don't blame me for being rude!"

Mrs. White was scared out of her wits, pulling at Nathan desperately.

But Nathan violently shook off his mother. He rushed to Jane and grabbed her hand. "Jane! Give me one more chance! Just one! I can't live without you!"

Jane tried hard to pry his hand off.

But Nathan held on tightly, as if letting go meant losing her completely.

Jane lowered her eyes.

Nathan's voice was filled with desperate pleading. "Jane... please..."

Seeing this, Justin immediately moved to step forward.

But Mrs. Evans raised her hand to stop him.

She looked at Jane and asked softly, "Jane, do you... want to give him another chance?"