Chapter 813

Lemira held the portrait, her expression hovering between a smile and a sneer as she fixed her gaze on the “two-faced” girl.

Evelina couldn’t quite tell what Lemira was getting at, so she replied ambiguously, “I mean, there is a bit of a resemblance, but it’s not exactly the same. After all, it’s just a drawing, not a photograph. Who could guarantee a perfect likeness?”

Evelina had already come up with her excuse earlier.

After all, who could expect a portrait to be an exact match?

Lemira knew the “two-faced” girl would try to make excuses, so she tossed the portrait right back at her. “If it doesn’t look enough like him, then keep changing it. Don’t stop until it actually does!”

She had no intention of letting the “two-faced” girl get away.

The portrait hit Evelina, leaving her flustered and angry. Humiliated, she turned teary-eyed to Evander. “Evander, I’ve been sitting here so long, I really don’t feel well. Can I take a short break?”

Evander hesitated for a moment. “Alright, take a little break. It’s not like we’re in that big of a hurry.”

Hearing this, Evelina managed a smile and got up, hoping to slip away and avoid more work.

But Asher’s cold voice cut through, “No.”

Evelina froze, saying nothing, simply looking pitifully at Evander.

Now that her father was still alive, Evelina knew everyone in the Langston family despised her. Right now, Evander was the only person she could count on.

Evander frowned in protest. “Asher, you can see Eve isn’t feeling well. What’s wrong with letting her rest for a while?”

“Asher, is your brain working? The most urgent thing right now is to catch the real culprit who killed our parents!”

Asher jabbed a finger at Evander. “And you want to waste time because of this woman? How will you ever face Mom and Dad?”

Evander was still dissatisfied. “But Evelina is pregnant. We shouldn’t make her overexert herself.”

Lucian kicked at him. “We’re not telling Evelina to do any heavy lifting. We just need her to talk-how can that possibly tire her out?”

Evander fell silent.

Lucian turned to Evelina. “Sit down. You’ll get a break when your father’s portrait is done.”

“But Lucian, I really don’t feel well…” Evelina, determined to keep up her act, clutched her stomach and collapsed to the floor. “Evander, my stomach hurts.”

Evander quickly moved to help her. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“Don’t move. If either of you dares to leave today, don’t bother ever coming back.”

Asher’s face was stormy with anger. The most important thing now was getting to the the truth of the car

accident, and if possible, finding net

something they could use agamst the Sinclair family That was the only way to feel any sense of justice.

But Evander actually seemed willing to let Evelina play sick-how could Asher allow that?

Evander was furious. “Asher, you’ve changed. You just believe anything Lemira says now?”

“If I don’t trust her, should I trust you?”

Asher wasn’t naive. He knew the one thing Lemira would never lie about was the accident that killed their parents.

He stared Evelina down. “If I find out you’re lying, I won’t let you off easily.”

Evelina broke out in a cold sweat.

Lucian also addressed Evelina. “You’ve always been on the Langston family’s side, right? All these years, the family’s treated you well. Whatever Lemira had, you had too.”

“Lucian, of course. I know the Langston family has always been good to me, and in my heart, I’ve always seen this family as my own.”

“Good. If you really don’t feel well and need to go to the hospital, I’l have the artist go with you. While you’re resting, you can tell them exactly what about the portrait isn’t

right so they can make changes

Lucian’s meaning was crystal clear—even in the hospital, the work would continue.

He finished, his tone taking on a hint

of menace. “But if you refuse to cooperate, I can only assume you’re on your father’s side. And in that case you can forget about having that baby I won’t let the Langston family be left with a threat like that.”