At the Foster residence, Evelyn was fuming after seeing the public statement. By the time Ellie arrived, the damage was obvious—shattered glass and broken decor scattered the floor.
"What's all this?" Ellie exclaimed, pulling Evelyn onto the couch. "You've wrecked the place! What's gotten into you?"
Evelyn covered her face, her voice trembling with frustration. "Years ago, I told you to investigate Florence. Instead, you were so fixated on covering up Lancelot and Jeremy's car accident that you used her. How could you miss the fact that she's the Hawthorne family heiress?"
Ellie frowned. "You've always been so cautious. How'd you let this one slip?"
Evelyn's voice cracked with panic. "Those two can't end up together. If Lancelot finds out the truth, you and I—we're finished. I have to
