Chapter 847
Chapter 846:
But Eva wasn’t thinking of Wanda’s pain—her mind was on Cole’s claim about his mother’s last wish. “Cole, you’re saying you proposed to the Campbell family’s heiress to fulfill your mother’s last wish?” she asked.
“Yes. That’s what she wanted,” Cole answered.
Eva let out a sharp laugh. “I know I had a bad relationship with your mother, and I understand you dislike me. But if you want revenge, at least come up with a believable excuse.” Her temper flared. “Even if the Evans family casts me aside, I am still your aunt. I won’t tolerate being treated like a fool p>
Her sudden outburst made Wanda flinch and shuffle away.
Eva shot to her feet, shouting into the phone, “Your mother didn’t die—she ran away and vanished. And now you dare to invent a dying wish? You’re nothing but a shameless liar p>
Eva’s words hit Cole like a sledgehammer to his chest. She said his mother hadn’t died, that she had simply vanished from home.
Shocked, Cole staggered backward, his voice cracking as he asked into his phone, “What did you just say p>
Eva’s revelation crashed through him like a tidal wave, leaving him so stunned that he wondered if his ears had betrayed him. Nobody joked about death. Despite the bitter feud between Eva and his mother, Eva would never fabricate such a vicious lie.
Yet Eva, blind to the chaos raging in his mind, interpreted his response as mockery. Her rage flared hotter, and she dismissed his question with a wave. A harsh laugh tore from her throat. “Ha. Everyone praises your brilliance and decency, Cole. But who would have imagined you’d fabricate your own mother’s death to dodge an engagement? Shame on you!” She spat the words like poison. “You’re too heartless p>
The insult bounced off Cole without impact. Instead of fury, confusion etched deep lines across his forehead. Eva hadn’t answered his question, but the meaning behind her words rang crystal clear. She assumed his mother was still alive. But why? What drove Eva to believe this? His own memories blazed with certainty—his mother had succumbed to illness when he was twelve. How could his memories clash so violently with hers?
Eva launched her next assault. “Very well, Cole. Tell me—where does your mother rest? I’m her sister-in-law, after all. If she’s truly gone, shouldn’t I honor her memory p>
The challenge struck Cole, and his thoughts scattered like leaves in a hurricane. His mother’s grave… where was she buried? The answer eluded him completely.
He only recalled she’d passed away when he was twelve. A while earlier, after awakening on that island, he had focused solely on honoring her dying wish. He hadn’t dwelled on the details. But now, as he frantically searched his memories, he found emptiness. No ceremony. No burial. No headstone. How could this be possible?
If Eva was spinning lies, then why did a massive void exist where his mother’s funeral should have been? He couldn’t have forgotten something so monumental. And if Eva spoke the truth… then where had this vivid memory of death originated?
The questions attacked Cole like wasps, creating a whirlwind of bewilderment that left him completely adrift.
He was a man who prided himself on being in control, on understanding the world around him. But now, the very foundation of his life felt like an illusion, and he felt like a ghost haunting his own memories. Where had reality fractured? The car crash… could his head injury have scrambled his memories like puzzle pieces?