Estate?
Evelyn’s smile froze for a moment before she said, “She had unfortunate luck. A few years ago, she was in an accident… she’s no longer with us.”
Amanda sneered inwardly. Unfortunate luck? Yes—she was unfortunate.
Unfortunate enough to end up with a “mother” like Evelyn.
For all those years, she’d lived like a stray dog.
Her smile carried a trace of cool detachment. But if one looked closely, hate churned beneath her calm surface like molten lava. Her voice remained composed and measured. “That’s quite unfortunate. Same name, but different fates.”
Evelyn sneered in her heart. You were both orphans—same fate. You just don’t know yet, but you’ll be a widow soon.
That thought pleased her. As long as her daughter married Barry, one day she’d be the mistress of the entire Schmidt
