?<strong>Chapter 966:</strong>


    She ced herself in Madisyn’s shoes, contemting how she would have reacted in such circumstances. Evita nearly convinced herself of her own story after recounting it. Despite Madisyn being the initial rescuer, Evita yed ignorant and imed she had also found and helped Marcus. This seemed better than being used of taking credit for Madisyn’s actions.


    Evita felt more assured now.


    Madisyn, hearing this, couldn’t help but chuckle. The sound of herughter made Evita tense, sensing trouble brewing.


    “I know you have issues with me, Miss Johns, but the fact remains—I rescued Mr. Vaughn,” she said, raising her voice to mask her difort.


    Madisyn eyed her skeptically and responded lightly, “I never questioned your story. Why the defensive exnation? Carrying some guilt?”


    “Why would I feel guilty?” Evita retorted, rejecting the implication outright.


    Madisyn simply nodded. “Of course, you’re not feeling guilty.”


    She then turned her attention to Marcus. “It’s quite a coincidence. Some time ago, I was on my way to a fashion event when I came across an elderly gentleman who had fallen ill. He’d run out of essential medication, so I resorted to acupuncture to ease his distress, nning to take him to the hospital myself. When I went to fetch my car, however, he had disappeared. I assumed another good Samaritan had stepped in. Little did I know that man was you, Mr. Vaughn, and that it was Miss Gordon who had taken you away.”


    “Evita, how dare you lie to us!” Lauren pieced together Evita’s and Madisyn’s stories and realized the truth. He recalled his father mentioning how light he felt following the acupuncture, a technique not widely familiar. Yet when he asked Evita if it was her who had saved his father, she didn’t deny it and even suggested a friend, purportedly more adept, to attend to Marcus upon his request for treatment.


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    From the start, Evita knew she wasn’t the savior Marcus had been looking for, but she epted the praise for his rescue, hoping to secure a coboration with him. She had even known his father’s identity when she took him to the hospital.


    Evita carried herself as though fame and fortune meant nothing to her, but deep down, she cherished them more than anyone could imagine. Lauren’s blood boiled as he reyed the bitter truth of being duped by Evita.


    If Evita hadn’t lied about being the one who saved his father back then, he would have found Miss Johns much sooner. His father’s illness could have been treated earlier, sparing him untold suffering.


    The coboration his father held so dear had almost been ruined by Evita, and his critical condition was also due to her actions.


    For the first time in his life, a woman had yed him for a fool. The revtion left him seething with anger, but he also felt a strange sense of relief.


    Thankfully, Miss Johns had shown up today and offered to help treat his father.


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