Chapter 175: Framed Photographs
The weight of Liz’s words lingered in the air like a thundercloud ready to burst. Harry’s grip on his champagne glass tightened, his knuckles turning white. He didn’t need Liz to say her name—he already knew.
But still, he waited for his sister to spill everything, and he listened intently. He made sure that he acted accordingly, not giving any hint that he and Eve had already met.
Liz didn’t suspect that Eve works in Cross Tech anyway. For her, it was just a coincidence that they bumped into each other in the hotel’s hallway.
His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out the chatter and music around him. He waited for the topic to change, and good thing, Greg already knew what to do and invited Nick and Liz to eat something first.
Without another word, Harry turned on his heel and strode purposefully toward the garden, where Eve could probably be based on the direction that Liz told them. His mind raced with questions, anger, and something else he refused to name.
When he reached the garden, his eyes locked onto Eve, who was sitting on a bench, her head bowed as Chiqui rubbed her back soothingly. She looked fragile, haunted—as if facing Liz had ripped open old wounds that had barely scarred over.
"Hold on, Eve. Just stay here, I’ll get you some water. Crying this much is both good and bad for you. Just wait—"
Chiqui turned on her heel, ready to head back to the grand ballroom, but the moment she pivoted, her words caught in her throat.
A bottle of water was already being handed to her. She blinked in surprise, her gaze shifting upward to see the person offering it. No words were exchanged.
She hesitated only for a moment before swiftly unscrewing the cap and pressing the bottle into Eve’s trembling hands.
"Here, drink this," Chiqui said gently, her voice soft yet firm.