Chapter 670

Julian's gaze froze on Evelyn's face.

He stared at her for a long time.

His eyes finally settled on the corner of her eye.

Evelyn had a small tear mole at the corner of her eye. Grace did not.

This was the key Julian used to tell them apart.

But that sentence just now—

That sentence spoken with faint mockery made him instantly disoriented.

Memories were violently pulled back to his university days.

Back then, he was enthusiastically planning to take a certification exam, talking about it a lot around Evelyn.

Evelyn listened to him quietly until he finished, then turned her head.

Her gaze was very calm, her voice equally so.

"Have you even passed the first level? And you're already discussing the second?"

...

That tone, that demeanor, those cool, detached eyes.

They were exactly the same as just now.

Julian stared at her blankly.

Evelyn slowly walked over to him.

"Julian, they are discussing your marriage."

She paused.

"And what are you thinking about?"

Julian opened his mouth.

He wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

In the end, he could only clench his fists tightly.

Evelyn spoke again.

"Do you know what you want?"

"What kind of wife do you want to marry?"

Julian's breath hitched.

During university, two club activities had clashed in timing.

He had agonized for a long time, unsure which one to attend.

Evelyn had asked him the same question back then.

"Do you know what you want?"

Julian suddenly couldn't tell.

He couldn't tell who the person before him was.

He couldn't tell if this was a dream or reality.

The person he had loved most in his life was Evelyn.

For four years of university, he had pursued her for the entire four years.

Until later, Isabella told him that Evelyn was a love child.

He retreated.

He distanced himself from her.

During that time, he had been conflicted, he had hesitated.

But whenever he thought of how Cecilia had unsettled his mother.

Whenever he thought of his family's hatred for love children.

He didn't want to see Evelyn anymore.

He even, as if out of spite, proposed to Isabella.

And then?

One wrong step led to another.

Isabella was the actual love child.

The Evelyn he had looked down upon was the true heiress of the Sterling Family.

Later, he understood.

Status couldn't represent everything.

He shouldn't have defined Evelyn by being a love child.

But he understood too late.

Evelyn not only married his uncle but was also murdered.

When her body was recovered from the sea.

Julian felt his own heart had sunk into the icy depths alongside it.

His heart died.

In the time since Evelyn's death.

He had been like a puppet on strings.

He followed all his father's arrangements.

He had no thoughts of his own.

He was even beginning to lose his perception of the outside world.

If obeying his father could make his mother feel a little better.

Then who he married, what difference did it make?

Julian looked at Evelyn.

He spoke bitterly.

"Who I marry, it's all the same."

If the wife wasn't Evelyn.

Then marrying anyone else made no difference to him.

Julian lowered his eyes.

Evelyn, however, frowned.

"Julian, are you sure?"

Before Julian could answer.

Richard spoke up first.

"Miss Ashcroft, what do you mean by that?"

"My son's divorce from Isabella is only a matter of time."

"I've already sent someone to the San Francisco psychiatric hospital today to have Isabella sign the divorce papers."

"As for who my son marries, or doesn't marry, it's none of your business!"

"You'd better say less!"

"Stop causing trouble here!"

Robert also snorted coldly.

"Grace, my allowing Alexander to not break off the engagement is already the greatest leniency I'm showing you."

"Don't be ungrateful."

"Still trying to meddle in other people's affairs?"

Robert scoffed.

"Do you think everyone is like Alexander?"

"Stubborn, refusing to listen to advice!"

"He's simply an unfilial son!"

"Julian is a good boy."

"He will follow all the family's arrangements!"

Richard added.

"Julian is my son."

"His marriage is my decision."

"If you don't believe me, ask him, isn't that right!"

Everyone looked at Julian.

Julian's eyes widened.

He wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.

He gave a bitter smile and was about to nod.

But Evelyn suddenly spoke.

"Julian, remember this."

"You are not someone's son, nor someone's grandson."

"You are yourself."

"Never forget, your own self is what you want most."

Julian's head snapped up.

He looked at Evelyn in disbelief.

This sentence...

This sentence was exactly the same as what Evelyn had said to him back in school.

So...

Was she Evelyn?