Just like that.
Cold.
Final.
Eileen stared at her phone for a long moment, the dim light from the screen reflecting in her eyes.
No anger.
No panic.
Just… stillness.
Then slowly—
Her grip tightened.
“…Fine.”
If he didn’t want to listen—
Then she wouldn’t explain.
Not tonight.
An hour later, a black car pulled up in front of the Evans estate.
The gates...