On the way back, Yara Reagan, the only one who hadn’t drunk, was driving, and the car was very quiet. The three of them didn’t speak; Evelyn Clayton turned her head to look out at the night view outside the window, her eyes silent, lost in thought. Iris Lockwood carefully glanced at Evelyn Clayton and finally couldn’t hold back, saying, "Evelyn, just now, what Keith Donovan said... don’t take it to heart. You know what he’s like, never follows any rules when he talks." Evelyn Clayton smiled slightly, noncommittally, "Keith Donovan is actually quite a good friend to have." Yara Reagan turned the steering wheel, deep in thought, her voice much heavier, "But who can tell if what he said tonight was something James Grant asked him to say, to win your sympathy?" Iris Lockwood seemed to catch the point, nodding in agreement, "Exactly, exactly! Don’t look at how Keith Donovan seemed drunk today, how many times has he really gotten drunk at gatherings before? Every time he leaves others wasted while he still laughs cheerfully." "You guys seem really afraid that I’ll believe what Keith Donovan said?" Evelyn Clayton laughed, "Afraid I’ll soften my heart?" Yara Reagan sighed lightly, "Not really. I trust you to have your own judgment; we just don’t want you blaming everything on yourself." Evelyn Clayton smiled warmly, "I won’t exhaust myself like that. I didn’t before, and definitely won’t now." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NoveI~Fire.net Because now she had genuinely supportive family and also Sharon. With them around, she’d never let herself fall into a spiral of self-doubt like she did in the past. Thinking of this, Evelyn Clayton smiled, "Actually, there was something Keith Donovan said at the get-together today that was quite true." Yara Reagan glanced at the rearview mirror, "What?" "I’m actually a very tough-hearted person," Evelyn Clayton spoke word for word. Iris Lockwood disagreed, "I don’t think so; if you were tough-hearted, you wouldn’t have forgiven me back then." Evelyn Clayton’s eyes smiled in crescent moons, "That’s different. You’re not inherently malicious." Yara Reagan was silent for a while before stating the key point, "Neither is James Grant." With those words, the car fell into another awkward silence. After a long pause, Iris Lockwood tried to diffuse the tension, "But James Grant did make mistakes, after all! Although he’s been trying to make amends over the years, everything he’s done has been in vain—including tormenting Charlotte Sterling—" In the middle of her sentence, Iris Lockwood abruptly stopped. Realizing she had let something slip, she instinctively glanced at Evelyn Clayton, a bit flustered. Yara Reagan also grew a bit uneasy. She eased off the gas pedal slightly. Shortly afterward, Yara Reagan turned on the hazard lights and pulled the car over to the side of the road. Evelyn Clayton appeared unreactive, but the smile in her eyes had completely vanished. She asked, word for word, "What torment of Charlotte Sterling?" Seeing that there was no way to keep it hidden, Yara Reagan sighed lightly, "You’ll find out sooner or later... so it’s about when you were taken away by Shane Sinclair, and Charlotte Sterling ran away shortly after, so James Grant has been looking for her whereabouts ever since." "At first, James Grant probably thought that Charlotte Sterling was the one who took you away. When he found out it wasn’t, he stubbornly believed Charlotte Sterling knew your whereabouts." Yara Reagan paused, her voice becoming somewhat hoarse, "So he wanted to find out from Charlotte Sterling where you were. But somehow, Charlotte Sterling just wouldn’t give in, her attitude was ambiguous, making James Grant more convinced that you were taken away by her."