Evelyn closed her eyes slightly. It all came back to her—her rebirth had come at the cost of Claire's death.
In other words, a woman had died for Lucas.
And back then, he had still been protecting Mia.
The corners of her lips curled into a cold smirk. Looking at the man before her—stunned, forehead bleeding, watching her outburst—Evelyn let out a hollow laugh.
She bent down, picked up her torn clothes from the floor, put them back on, and silently grabbed her handbag. After making sure she had all her documents, she walked out of the Dawson estate without looking back.
"Let's get a divorce."
She said it before leaving, not sparing him a single glance.
That kind of utter despair, that raw, hysterical grief—it was something even Lucas, a ruthless businessman accustomed to the battlefi
