?Chapter 787:


    Sensing her difort, Nate stepped forward, draping his arm protectively around Corrine’s shoulders. “We don’t visit often enough. Aren’t you going to invite us inside?”


    “You do realize it’s rare for you to stop by, don’t you?” Evelyn teased, offering Nate a yful re before turning her warm smile back to Corrine. “Come inside, dear. I just received a new batch of coffee beans. Let’s give them a try.”


    “Okay,” Corrine nodded, allowing herself to be led inside.


    Nate stood still for a moment, watching them disappear through the door. Once they were out of sight, his demeanor shifted, his expression growing more serious. He turned to Penny with quiet intent. “Has anyone caused trouble for Grandmately?”


    Though Nate didn’t specify, Penny could easily infer who he was referring to.


    “She did make quite a scene the other day,” Penny replied. “You know how your grandma is—always guided by reason rather than family. And she does care deeply for Corrine. Andromache felt Mrs. Hopkins was showing favoritism, and they ended on bad terms.” Penny let out a soft sigh, her words heavy with unspoken understanding. “Mrs. Hopkins says she’s unaffected, but at the end of the day, Andromache is her own daughter.”


    Since Andromache’s disruptive visit, Evelyn had struggled with restless sleep, though she had told Penny to keep it quiet.


    Nate’s brow furrowed as a cold,manding presence emanated from him.


    “Tell everyone—if anyone lets Andromache in again, they’re out!” His voice was sharp and authoritative, sending a chill through the staff.


    “Yes, sir!” they all responded, their nerves on edge.


    In the living room, Evelyn overheard the conversation and frowned slightly.


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    “What’s this?” Corrine asked, carefully pulling a white slip of paper from the coffee bean can.


    Evelyn snapped back to reality, her gaze locking on the paper in Corrine’s hand. Recognition flickered in her eyes before she swiftly snatched it away. She unfolded it, quickly reading its contents.


    “The moon is bright, and the autumn wind cries, scattering leaves in the sky. Looking at my lonely shadow, I think of your beautiful smile, like a rose blooming in the depths of my heart.”


    Evelyn’s anger red. Without warning, she tore the paper to pieces, muttering in fury, “That shameless old bastard!”


    Did she block the road to Lyhaton, or had someone broken his legs? So much time had passed, and instead ofing to confront her, he sent her this sickeningly sweet poem? Was this his idea of sincerity?


    Evelyn’s anger built with nowhere to direct it, and her eyes fell on the can of coffee beans. She strode forward in frustration and dropped it to the floor.


    The sharp sound of the can shattering brought Nate and Penny rushing in.


    “Mrs. Hopkins,” Penny said quickly, seeing the broken can and the torn paper. She had a hunch about what had happened and signaled for the servants to clean it up.


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