"You’re overthinking," Oscar said calmly. "You’re smart, kind, and terrifying when you’re angry...what’s not to like?"
"That’s not helping," she muttered, but a small laugh escaped her.
"Alright, here’s my advice," Oscar said. "Don’t panic. Don’t meet her until you talk to Axel. Just send a polite message back. Something like, ’I’m sorry, but I can’t meet you right now.’ Keep it simple."
Evelyn nodded slowly.
"You’re right. I should ask Axel first."
"Exactly. Let him handle it. He’s her son. He probably knows what this is about."
"Thanks, Oscar. I owe you one."
Evelyn sighed in relief.
"You owe me sleep," he grumbled. "And coffee. Lots of coffee."
"I’ll send you a lifetime supply," she said with a tired smile.
"I keep that promise," he teased. "Anyway, I’m glad you called. And hey... don’t worry too much, okay? If Mrs. Knight wanted to scold you, she’d probably schedule it through a lawyer."
"Not helping!"
He laughed. "Goodnight, Boss. Or... good afternoon, your time."
"Goodnight, Oscar. And thank you."
After she ended the call, Evelyn sat quietly for a while, staring at her phone.
Now that she knew it really was Amanda Knight, her heart pounded harder.
She hesitated for a moment before typing a short reply.
"Mrs. Knight, thank you so much for your kind invitation. I truly appreciate it. Unfortunately, I am currently busy and unable to meet at the moment. Would it be possible to talk over the phone instead?"
She read the message a few more times to ensure she sounded polite.
Her finger hovered over the send button.
But before she could press ’Send’, a soft knock sounded at the office door.
She lifted her head from her cellphone to glance at the door. ’Who could that be now?’
"Yes, come in."
Her heart was still racing from earlier; the text, the unanswered questions, the thought of Amanda Knight on the other side of her phone screen.
And a slight possibility crossed her mind that the one who came was her mother-in-law.
But instead of her mother-in-law, it was Ryan, her driver, standing at the door with a calm expression and a large paper bag in his hands.
Evelyn was slightly relieved.
"Ma’am," Ryan said politely, giving her a slight nod before approaching her. "These are your shoes from home. Laura sent them."
"Already?"
"Yes, ma’am. Mr. Knight called ahead."
She couldn’t help but smile, impressed by how fast everything was handled.
"Thank you, Ryan. Please thank Laura, too. She’s always so thoughtful."
Ryan smiled faintly, looking both proud and nervous. "Yes, ma’am. Will that be all?"
"Wait." Evelyn tilted her head, curiosity flashing in her eyes. "Ryan, when did you call Axel? Why does he show up at my father’s house just in time?"
Ryan froze. His smile faltered instantly. "Ma’am, actually... I didn’t call him."
Evelyn’s brows arched. "You didn’t? But why does he appear there?"
Ryan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.


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