Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241 WOM 

Chapter 241 

Mr. Mitchell’s face softened with a hint of amusement, and there was a trace of pride in the way he looked at me. I knew this was a rare opportunity, but my ability would determine whether I could make the most of it. 

“Evelyn, don’t get too excited just yet. Yes, I’m willing to introduce you, but Mr. Odom is even more eccentric than I am, Getting him on board won’t be easy” 

He brought me back to reality with just a few words, and I stood there momentarily stunned. It felt like I’d grabbed onto a lifeline, only to realize it might not be strong enough to save 

“But with your talent, I believe you’ll find a way,” he added. 

The pressure was overwhelming. I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, directionless and weighed down by uncertainty. Everything was changing, and following the path I had in mind seemed more difficult than ever. 

However, the information I had gave me a distinct advantage, one that could help me seize this opportunity. Despite the pressure, the dinner was pleasant. I didn’t achieve my original goal, but I left with a new solution. On the way home, I sat in silence, lips pressed together. A cool breeze drifted through the window, and I pulled my 

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tighter around me. My eyes gazed out at the passing streets, heavy with unspoken sadness. The weight of my emoti 

my emotions clung to me, refusing to let go. Since Grandma’s death, my world had been steeped in darkness, like a never–ending rainy day that soaked everything in dampness. My heart felt drenched, and even my vision seemed clouded, as though the sorrow was overtaling me. 

I lay awake countless nights, reliving the precious moments I’d shared with her. In my dreams, I would see her again–helpless, caught in the grip of fear as Leah closed in on her. She was desperate for help, but her voice had been silenced. 

Leah was like a demon, emerging from the depths of hell, step by step, inching closer to Grandma. I could see those wicked hands reaching out, trying to smother Grandma, while Grandma’s frail bands rose shakily, only to fall back down, powerless. 

And there I stood, paralyzed, unable to intervene, as if every ounce of strength had been drained from me. All I could do was watch as she was taken from me. My eyes began to burn with unshed tears. It felt like I was walking through life burdened by endless grief, as if all my energy had been spent and the warmth of family had faded into nothingness, 

Having a father as heartless as mine made me feel like I was falling into an endless abyss,