Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192 

“Help! Someone’s trying to kill me!” 

I followed Leah and her mom until they teached the gate of the neighborhood before driving away. 

Once I was in a secluded spot, I parked the car by the side of the road and leaned back in the seat, my mind racing. 

Staring at the river flowing slowly under the bridge, it took a long time for me to calm down. When I finally collected myself, a bit of clarity returned. 

I had all the evidence in my hands now, including the recording of Leah’s panicked confession. 

The next step was clear. Report it to the police and file charges. 

But wait… Lan had always protected Leah. With the Grayson family’s influence in Yardville, burying this evidener wouldn’t be a problem for them. Thinking about what happened at the police station last time, my fists clenched in frustration 

Suddenly, an idea hit me–Lyla’s cousin. 

Lila’s whole family was involved in politics. If I couldn’t fight this alone, I’d have to fight fire with fire. 

1 spent a long time carefully crafting every word before 1 finally summarized everything and sent it to Lyla’s cousin. 

I waited for a while, but there was no reply. Just when I thought there was no hope, Lyla called. 

My heart slapped a beat. Did het cousin say something? 

Sure enough, the next second, I heard Lyla’s furious voice. “Is Leah a freaking idiot? Why doesn’t she just drop dead? 

In the background, I could faintly hear Antoine trying to calm her dowIL 

I awkwardly rubbed my nose, feeling a bit guilty, but there was no avoiding it. 

“And you! Why didn’t you come to me for help? You think we can’t get justice for this? I’m calling my parents right now.” Lyla’s tone softened, but she was still clearly upset 

Before I could even respond, she hung up. 

I couldn’t help but smile a little. Having a friend like her in this life would be more than enough. 

I returned the cat to the rental agency, feeling confident. Even my steps 

were lighter. 

Just two days later, news came that Lesh had been arrested. The authorities called me, requesting that I provide the relevant evidence. 

1 spent the next few days tying up all the loose ends and submitting the evidence. After signing the last document, I returned home, exhausted, and collapsed into bed 

Not long after, there was a loud, frantic banging on the d 

Hearing me inside, the person outside got even more agitated. “Evelyn Wiley, I know you’re bome! Open the door!” 

door, rough and urgent. I sat up linmediately, my nerves traying. “Who is it?” 

My heart sank to my stomach. It was Elizabeth. 

How did she know where I lived? 

I was alone in the apartment Elizabeth, middle–aged, overweight, and aggressive, would easily overpower me 

1 stayed silent, curled up on the couch, eyes locked on the door. 

When I didn’t respond, Elizabeth becaimal