Trapped in Love

Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Why Must You Marry Her Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Evan glanced at Draco, but remained silent.

Draco was well aware of Evan’s temper, so he made an effort to control his anger.

“Evan, tell me, what kind of woman managed to convince you to propose an engagement within such a short time?” Draco inquired.

Evan shot him a cold glare. “Have you forgotten what happened to me when I was eight years old?”

Both Draco and Adam’s expressions stiffened.

Draco inquired, “Have you managed to find the girl who saved you back then?”

Evan responded somberly, “Yes.”

Draco was left speechless. It was common knowledge that his son had been searching for that girl. While he felt grateful to her for rescuing Evan, he believed his daughter–in–law should come

from a family of equal standing

Draco suggested, “Since you’ve found her, you can simply offer her money and a house. There’s not

need to marry her.”

Evan sneered. “Do you think I could sit here idly if not for her?”

A deep crease formed between Draco’s brows. “Evan!”

“Dad!” Evan abruptly stood up, cutting off Draco. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave now. And one more thing, you need to stay out of my marriage.”

With that, he headed towards the door. Observing this, Adam immediately admonished Evan.” Evan, you can’t speak to Dad like that.”

Evan stopped in his tracks and turned to Adam, his gaze icy. “What right do you have to lecture

me?”

Adam’s face flushed red. “I’m your elder brother!”

“Elder brother?” Evan snorted. “Back then, if it weren’t for you, would I have been kidnapped and

almost killed?”

Adam grew tense and fell silent.

After Evan left, Adam glanced at Draco and voiced his concern. “Dad, if you let him continue like

this, he will eventually lose respect for you.”

Draco glared at him. “Then you shouldn’t let me down. Work harder.”

Adam hung his head guiltily and stammered, “I am doing that, aren’t I?”

Outside the residence, Reuben turned around and reported as soon as Evan got into the car. “Mr.

Jordan, our men informed me that someone is investigating Ms. Shenton’s identity.”

Evan’s demeanor turned cold instantly. “Who?”

Reuben explained, “We haven’t discovered their identities yet, but they’ve headed toward the

orphanage.”

Evan narrowed his eyes. “Turn around. Let’s go to the orphanage.”

Caroline remained in the archive room until darkness enveloped the sky, managing to find only

two sets of information from nineteen years ago.

After a brief break, as she prepared to resume her search, Emma entered the room.

“Miss, it’s almost time for dinner. Would you like to go to the cafeteria and grab a bite?”

Caroline declined politely, wearing a smile. “Thank you, but I’ll continue for a while longer. If I

can’t find it, I’ll return tomorrow.

Emma nodded and placed a key on the table. This is the key to the iron door. When you leave later, please lock it for me. You can hand the key to the teacher here. I’ll go home first.”

Caroline pocketed the key and nodded gratefully. “Alright, thank you very much.”

After Emma departed, Caroline immersed herself in the archives once again. At half–past seven in the evening, she carried the last stack of documents from the floor to the table.

Organizing them chronologically, she discovered a few more folders containing information from nineteen years ago. Just as she was about to examine them, she heard faint footsteps approaching

the door.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned toward the window. The darkness outside prevented her from seeing anyone. She gulped as a trace of fear crept into her thoughts.

The row of buildings where the information was stored was old and dilapidated, and the open. space in front was overgrown with weeds, indicating that very few people visited, especially at

this hour.

She got up and cautiously surveyed the area, and her eyes fell on an iron rod in the comer. She picked it up, suppressing her apprehension, and slowly approached the door.

When she was less than a meter from the door, the footsteps sounded again.