CHAPTER 551: CHAPTER 551: BEING SMASHED TO PIECES IS NOTHING

Even though she had prepared for it and thought about it a thousand times in her heart, hearing it from someone else still felt different.

Listening to Violet Ford’s words, Evelyn Clayton felt as if a knife were twisting in her heart.

But clearly, now was not the time to dwell on pain. She remained composed, nodded slightly, and said in a calm voice, "That’s right. Although it’s just a guess and there’s no concrete evidence yet, many signs already indicate — now I just need to wait for the police officer’s message. Once he relocates Lars Alden’s family here, it will be much more convenient for me to investigate many things."

Pausing for a moment, Evelyn continued, "And why I am telling you all this today, surely I don’t need to spell it out?"

The advantage in the conversation seemed to be quickly shifting in Evelyn Clayton’s favor, as she brought the opportunity for cooperation, offering the Ford siblings a great chance to bring down Summer Monroe.

But they were all very aware that in this incident, there were no winners.

"The person behind Summer Monroe, what if they are a force that none of us can shake?" Franklin Ford raised his eyes to look at Evelyn Clayton, "Have you thought through what the consequences might be?"

Evelyn raised an eyebrow slightly, "I don’t know what my consequences will be, but I know yours. If you let Summer Monroe continue like this, there will be no Ford Group in the future."

The subtext of Franklin Ford’s words was obvious.

He wanted to know exactly how capable Evelyn Clayton was, and whether she was qualified to be their partner.

They had collaborated many times before, but this time the risk was extremely high.

Franklin’s concerns were very normal.

But Evelyn’s purpose from the start was very clear; she was determined to cooperate with the Ford siblings.

Because they shared a common enemy and had connections she didn’t have.

So, in near provocation, Evelyn told them they had no choice.

As her words fell, she caught a fleeting flash of admiration in Franklin’s eyes.

"Since we’ve come to this point, Evelyn, I won’t beat around the bush," Violet’s voice was very deep, "we do want to pull Summer Monroe down. To be frank, as long as we can get her out of the Ford Family, I’d do anything."

"We can work together, and I’m more than willing to cooperate with you. You’re quite an excellent partner. But in this matter, there’s no standing still; retreat means plunging into an abyss," Violet gazed deeply at her, "aren’t you afraid of being shattered to pieces?"

Evelyn casually poured tea for the two, unruffled: "When I was eleven, it was the one-year anniversary of my father’s death. My mother was at home, dead drunk, while I took the lone bus from the city with just a coin to visit Silent Crest Cemetery. The bus broke down halfway, seven kilometers away from the cemetery."

"I used my clothes to cover the folded paper money for my father because I had used newspaper instead of gold paper — I couldn’t afford it back then. I was afraid the rain would soak the paper money and that I wouldn’t reach the cemetery before dark, so I ran while trying to flag down passing cars."

As the tea streamed into the jade cup, Evelyn’s face held a faint smile, her voice soft, "At that moment, I was thinking, no matter what, I must seek justice and revenge for my father, if he was truly wronged."

"Otherwise, not only would my father have died in vain, but my pain and embarrassment that day would also become worthless."

"So, Sister Violet, being shattered means nothing, because in my countless painful days and nights, I have already broken and rebuilt myself many, many times."