Chapter 2
The sleek black limousine glided silently through the rain-slicked streets of Manhattan toward their Park Avenue penthouse.
Inside the quiet vehicle, Julian stared intently out the tinted window, his jaw clenched in visible frustration.
Evelyn sat beside him in the plush leather seat, clutching the crumpled document tightly in her hand.
"You need to throw that trash away, Evelyn," Julian said quietly, breaking the heavy silence between them.
"He was just a street orphan looking for a payout from a wealthy heiress."
Evelyn turned her head, her striking green eyes searching Julian's stone-cold expression for any sign of deception.
"He knew about the scar, Julian," she whispered softly.
"Nobody knows about this mark except my doctors and my late father."
Julian reached over, wrapping his warm fingers over her wrist to cover the faint white scar completely.
"Your father spent millions to save your life after that crash, Evelyn," Julian reminded her in a protective tone.
"Don't let some random street kid tarnish your father's memory or ruin our engagement gala."
Evelyn pulled her arm back gently, feeling an unnatural chill settle deep inside her bones.
When they arrived at the penthouse, Julian pushed her wheelchair into the private elevator that ascended directly to the top floor.
The elevator doors opened into a massive living space overlooking the shimmering skyline of New York City.
Evelyn insisted on being left alone in her private study to rest before bedtime.
Once Julian closed the heavy mahogany doors, Evelyn wheeled herself over to her grandfather's antique oak desk.
She pulled out a magnifying glass and examined the medical document under the warm desk lamp.
The text listed a blood type match and a rare neurological procedure performed at Vance Biotech in Massachusetts.
Her father had been the majority shareholder of Vance Biotech until his sudden death five years ago.
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Evelyn turned the paper over and noticed a phone number scrawled in faint blue ink on the back corner.
Beside the phone number were three simple words written in a child's messy handwriting: Help us mother.
