Chapter 62 Showing Respect and Care at Their Bedside

Damian remained silent, as though lost in thought. But Evelyn knew that his eyes were still on her. "Oh, well, if he's not going to help, then so be it. I shouldn't get my hopes up. I need to rely on myself," she thought. For the rest of the journey, neither of them said a word. Even Evelyn couldn't make sense of her own feelings. She knew all too well that according to the plot of the novel, Damian wouldn't save her. It would be a miracle if he didn't harm her. So why was she even hoping for anything? The more she thought about it, the quieter she became. She pressed down harder on the gas pedal, driving faster and faster. The fresh and pleasant scent that usually filled the car was now overpowered by the thick stench of smoke, making her feel suffocated. As soon as Evelyn pulled into the Blackwell residence, she hurriedly stepped out of the car. "I can't stay in this house for another week," she thought to herself. She needed to find a way to move out fast. However, as soon