Trapped in Love

Chapter 47 Don’t Be Mad at Him

Katie’s lips moved slightly. Caroline watch on as if in a trance, but no sound reached her ears.

The machine beside her emitted a long beep, plunging Caroline’s heart into an overwhelming. sense of coldness.

In a rush, Evan arrived at the scene, guided by Caroline’s desperate cries and screams that echoed from within the ward. His heart skipped a beat as he hastened his steps, eager to reach her side.

To his surprise, before he even entered the ward, he witnessed Scott tenderly patting Caroline’s

back, offering her comfort. A surge of anger replaced the initial ache in Evan’s heart, causing his

fists to clench tightly at his sides.

With a tense expression on his handsome face, Evan turned to Reuben, who stood by his side,

trembling with trepidation. “Shall we go in, Mr. Jordan? Reuben asked cautiously.

Evan’s face remained impassive as he pivoted, issuing a cold command “Investigate this. I want to

know who’s responsible!” His voice held an icy edge.

Just as Reuben was about to depart, Evan added, “Also, send a few people to the funeral. Make sure

everything goes well.”

Since Katie had no relatives or friends, Caroline organized a simple funeral for her. Both Paige and Scott had taken leave to accompany Caroline during this difficult time.

For three days, Caroline barely ate or drank, and she only managed to steal a few hours of restless

sleep.

Caroline, trying to offer solace. “Carol, please eat something and rest for a while. We’re

her

when something caught her eye. She turned her head

here alone.

and she moved to block Daniella’s path. “What are your doing here? If you’re

raised an eyebrow. “Can’t I come on behalf of Evan?”

before redirecting her attention back to Daniella and issued a warning. “If you stir up trouble again, I’ll make

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forward. She glanced

Scott, who stood beside her. After a momentary pause, she averted

eyes.

the area, Daniella offered flowers in tribute to

Caroline. “Evan is busy, so he couldn’t make it. Don’t be mad at him,” she

-of–factly.

her head quietly, seemingly unaffected

down, feigning comfort as she

heart for you. In fact, I believe you deserve every bit of this suffering. You

Even God Himself cannot bear witness to such

smile dancing across her lips,

accused you of being the one

mothe. Wouldn’t that have been more appropriate, you little

Abruptly raising her head, she stared at Daniella with cold intensity. “What did you

up, pretending to be

eyes reddened as her

this question for days, unable to comprehend who would be so wicked

death and spread such

to unnecessary suffering.

on

could be no

by envy, was the very