Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 6

Why was Ian, the retired founder of the Grayson Group and grandfather of Ethan, here alongside him?

This banquet was supposedly hosted by the Wiley family, but given their decline, the attendees were nothing more than superficial elites.

So why would they invite the head of the Grayson family, a figure so powerful that even his slightest move could shake Yardville?

I stood there frowning as I watched them. Ethan stared at me with a cold and disdainful expression, whereas Ian looked at me with a mix of authority and contempt in his eyes, which were all too familiar to me from the past.

Jack called my name again twice, but I still didn't respond. His face darkened, and Ivy, who stood beside him, quickly walked over and dragged me forward by the arm.

In my previous life, I had only met Ian three times. Each time, it began with him making things difficult for me and ended with him humiliating me.

Leah was the granddaughter of Ian's war buddy, and the two old friends had long arranged a marriage between their children. Unfortunately, I intervened, indirectly forcing Leah to leave the country, which made Ian hate me deeply.

Even though I personally took care of him after his stroke, tending to his every need, he never showed me a shred of appreciation.

But this time around, I wanted nothing to do with Ethan, and I certainly wouldn't try to please anyone from the Grayson family.

"Mr. Grayson, this is my daughter, Evelyn," Jack fawned over the Grayson family, his sycophantic behavior on full display.

"On the 15th of last month, Evelyn got into Mr. Ethan's car and didn't come home the entire night. The next day, she came back wearing his clothes."

I stared at Jack in disbelief. What was he trying to do? Was he implying to Ian that I spent the night with Ethan? How absurd!

I thought he was merely trying to curry favor with Ian by leveraging our connection as former classmates, but I never expected he'd go as far as to slander my reputation for the sake of wealth and status. What kind of father did that?

Anger and disappointment welled up inside me, making my eyes sting. Unintentionally, I met Ethan's gaze, which held only mockery, as if he was saying, "Evelyn, you really have no shame."

He was right. Jack's intentions were clear, and even I found this disgraceful. I tried to suppress my emotions and speak calmly, but Ian beat me to it.

He turned to Ethan and asked, "Ethan, is what her father said true?"

Ethan glanced at me and said in a deep voice dripping with sarcasm, "Grandpa, no matter what I say, it seems that her father won't believe it. How about we let her speak for herself?"

Despite living another life, the decade of love I once felt for Ethan still seemed etched into my very being. Though I could rationally distance myself from him and avoid getting entangled with him, his disdainful words still stung.

"Evelyn, speak up!" Jack's impatience grew at my silence. He pressed his hand down on my shoulder, smiling on the surface but with a clear threat in his eyes.

"You like Mr. Ethan, don't you? Mr. Grayson is right here. If you say it, we will support the two of you being together."

I laughed at Jack's ignorance. Did he really think the prestigious Grayson family could be so easily swayed by a fabricated story, let alone accept an alliance with a crumbling family like ours? There were many other families who tried to get close to them all these years, but none of them succeeded.

I shook off Jack's hand, stepped back, and turned to face Ian and Ethan before saying calmly, "It was raining heavily on the 15th of last month. Mr. Ethan saw that I had no ride, so he kindly offered to drive me to a friend's house.

"That night, I was with my best friend, Lyla. Mr. Grayson, Dad, if you don't believe me, I can call her over to confirm it."