Thunder cracked outside the window.
Soren thought of Poppy. He hesitated for a moment, but instead of insisting any further, he turned and strode away.
After all, he was Old Mrs. Fawkes's grandson. Evangeline couldn't help but call after him, "Soren, think this through. It's dangerous for you to go back now."
But Soren acted as if he hadn't heard her. He didn't even look back, and soon his figure vanished into the endless curtain of rain.
Unlike before, Evangeline didn't rush after him.
There was no point.
She knew, just as always, she couldn't persuade him.
What she hadn't expected was that, for Poppy, Soren would risk everything—even his own life.
"Miss Whitmore, your room is ready." The housemaid appeared at that moment, stepping into the living room. Noticing she was alone, the maid looked around in confusion. "Where's Mr. Fawkes?"
"He went back," Evangeline replied.
The maid's eyes widened. "He went out in this storm? What if something happens?"
She had served the Fawkes family's matriarch for years and knew all about their affairs—including the tangled history between Evangeline and Soren.
Noting Evangeline's resigned expression, the maid understood at once. She must have tried to stop him and failed.
Still, anyone could see venturing out in this weather was dangerous.
The maid offered a polite nod. "Don't worry, ma'am. Please, go and rest. I'll let the lady know."
With that, she hurried off to the old woman's room.
Evangeline didn't say another word.
She had done everything she could.
Whatever she couldn't say or do, she'd already tried anyway.
She couldn't stop him, and she didn't want to try anymore.
Besides, she and Soren were about to divorce. She had no right to interfere in his business now.
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