Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103 

After leaving the room, I took out my phone and glanced at it. 

Max handed me the blindfold. “Ms. Wiley, as per Mr. Wiley’s instructions.” 

I turned my head slightly to look at him. His face was respectful, showing no emotion. I took the blindfold and put it on, letting him lead me outside. 1 

I had no idea how much time had passed when I faintly heard the sound of car horns outside. I listened closely, but it felt like I might have imagined it. 

The next morning, I packed my bags early, ready to head back to Napel. 

Jack wasn’t home, but Ivy was waiting downstairs. She no longer pretended to be gentle and refined. Instead, her face was filled with undisguised hatred and disgust. 

“Evelyn, you’re quite the talent, aren’t you?” she spat. “Clinging to someone like Mr. Grayson. I can’t touch you right now, but mark my words, one day, I’ll make sure you pay double for everything you did to Elene.” 

I dragged my suitcase past her, smiled at her jealous, hateful face, and left. 

As soon as my flight landed in Napel, I received a message from Jack. “Evelyn, your grandmother is still in my hands. If you want her to be okay, you’d better behave.” 

Immediately after, a video followed. It was footage of a nurse changing Grandma’s IV. 

“If you behave, the nurse will give her medicine that’s good for her health but keeps her unconscious. If you don’t, you’ll never see your grandmother awake again.” 

A chill ran through me, and I hurriedly dialed Jack’s number. “What are you trying to say? Is Grandma’s coma your doing?” 

He didn’t answer me directly. Instead, his mocking laughter rang in my ears. “You’re indeed my daughter, so quick to catch on,” he said. 

Then, he added, “It seems like the Grayson family has something big coming up. Stick close to Mr. Grayson, and I want to know what that project is in three days.” 

Before I could respond, he hung up. 

I gripped my phone so tightly that the edge dug deep into my palm, leaving a long red mark before I snapped out of it. 

“Jack Wiley!” I growled, but deep down, all I felt was helplessness. I hated myself for being weak. I hated that I couldn’t bring him down. 

I wanted nothing more than to grab a knife and go after him, but I knew I couldn’t. My life was precious. Just being alive was already beautiful. It was not worth losing it over someone so rotten. 

The only reason Jack could keep controlling me was because I didn’t have enough power to fight back. 

I took a deep breath and walked out of the airport with my luggage. Just as I was about to book a ride, a black Bentley pulled up in front of me. 

“Surprised to see me? Bet you didn’t expect this!” Liam hopped out of the car, throwing me a playful wink. 

I stared at him for two seconds, then handed him the handle of my suitcase, opened the car door, and got in. 

Liam seemed stunned by my seamless action. He froze for a few seconds before putting my suitcase in the trunk and getting into the