“Evelyn?”
“Are you here to have dinner with us?” Evelyn asked, her eyes full of curiosity.
Serena glanced toward the grand living room, and suddenly, everything clicked. No wonder her brother hadn’t bothered buying the penthouse upstairs—of course, he’d settled for this sprawling apartment. Eleanor lived on the top floor!
“Evelyn, who are you talking to?” Eleanor’s voice floated in from the hallway. Hearing her daughter chatting with someone, she strode quickly to the front door, only to lock eyes with Serena.
Serena froze, momentarily stunned at the sight of Eleanor.
Eleanor, however, remained perfectly composed, her expression frosty. “Miss Goodwin, is there something you need?”
“This is your place?” Serena blurted out, unable to hide her surprise.
“Yes, this is my home,” Eleanor replied coolly.
A dozen questions finally made sense in Serena’s mind. She knelt to meet Evelyn at eye level. “Evelyn, your aunt lives just downstairs. Come visit me whenever you’d like, okay?”
Eleanor’s brows tightened. Serena really was Evelyn’s aunt, so she couldn’t exactly tell her off, not in front of her daughter.
“Okay!” Evelyn nodded enthusiastically.
“Evelyn, go tidy up your toys, please,” Eleanor said, glancing at the scattered mess in the hallway.
Evelyn scampered off obediently.
Standing in the doorway, Eleanor turned to Serena. “If you have no reason to be here, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t disturb us.”
Serena’s face hardened. “You think I want to bother you? I only came up here because I heard Evelyn lived upstairs and thought I’d stop by.”
“In any case, I have custody of Evelyn. I’d appreciate it if you stayed away from her,” Eleanor warned, her tone leaving no room for argument.


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