Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 135

Late that night, Evan received a call from the house landline.

On the other end, Mrs. Alvarez hemmed and hawed for a while before finally asking in a low voice, "Sir, could you possibly find a moment to come home?"

Evan had been leaning back on the sofa, his legs crossed, a newspaper he hadn't finished lying beside him. Melissa was sitting next to him, peeling an apple.

"It's... it's just that, Ma'am isn't doing too well..."

Mrs. Alvarez covered the receiver with her hand, casting a nervous glance at the closed master bedroom door on the second floor.

Hearing it was about Emma, Evan immediately stood up. Without another word, he walked over to the balcony.

"What's wrong?"

The man slid the glass balcony door shut. Melissa, who had been peeling the apple, looked up toward the balcony.

Against the dark, quiet night, the wind whistled on the balcony, illuminated only by a single dim yellow lamp. The man, broad-shouldered and trim-waisted in his tailored suit, stood with his back to her, one hand on the railing, taking the call.

Fragments of his voice drifted in through the slight gap in the glass door.

Melissa distinctly heard the name "Emma." For some reason, she suddenly recalled seeing Emma at the hematology department that morning.

At the time, she had been too worried about her father's condition to think much of it. Why would Emma have been there?

Now, hearing Evan on the phone, a belated sense of unease washed over her. If Emma wasn't there for a friend or family member, then it must have been for herself.

Was she sick?

Melissa's brow furrowed. She remembered Emma's pale, colorless face when she'd seen her earlier and contrasted it with the vibrant, glowing woman she'd seen at the mall. The comparison made her heart sink.

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