Chapter Eight

"Evan, my dear son," Her words interrupted Evan's movements. "What would you say if your dear sister were here with us today?"

A hush fell over the room. All eyes were fixed on Evan, even the servants' eyes were on him. Everyone eagerly awaited his response.

Evan calmly set down his utensils, taking his time to process the question. A smirk curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Who? The dead one? Has she suddenly come back to life?"

The tension in the room was palpable. Vein and Marlie had stopped eating, but Chad continued to devour his food.

"Ahh, You went through yet another pointless test, didn't you? Or perhaps... you found your beloved child... mother." Evan's eyes blazed with anger, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Evan..." Vien spoke, her voice filled with caution.

Evan let out a cold, sardonic laugh that sent shivers through the room. Chad tried his best to focus on his food, but his grip on his cutlery tightened. Evan then turned to his father, as if the next words were