Seeing her husband leave, Catherine turned to Violet, "Sister-in-law, I don’t want to get divorced. For the sake of being relatives for so many years, I beg you not to let Gabriel and me separate..."

When she first married into the family, the Lancaster Family Head and Lady both had the authority to govern the marital affairs of family members, and Catherine hoped Violet would use her status as Lady to intervene.

Violet sighed again, stood up and helped her up, "Get up, you can stay at my place tonight."

She herself had suffered a lot, so she couldn’t bear seeing other women suffer the same way.

Evander Lancaster walked down the stairs, having already put those two strands of hair in separate sealed bags, planning to take them to the hospital for testing the next day.

Seeing him come down, Willow Lancaster also stood up, sniffed when he passed the sofa, and said, "Brother, I want to drink, can you take me?"

"Kids shouldn’t be drinking!" Evander said impatiently as he walked toward the door. "Evander, it’s already so late, why don’t you stay at home?"

Violet had just helped Catherine sit on the sofa when she saw her son had already put on one shoe and stood up again.

"No, I’ll go back to my own apartment, silence!"

Evander put on the other shoe, and Willow ran after him, carefully tugging at the corner of his jacket, pouting and whispering, "Brother, please."

Evander understood the fall from Paradise to hell—the feeling he had when he saw his mother and second uncle entangled together years ago. He turned to look at his hopeful cousin, sighed, and said, "Wipe your tears, put on your shoes!"

"Okay." Willow hurriedly stepped into high heels.

When the car started, Willow was still sobbing, and Evander opened the glove box, pulled out a pack of tissues, and threw it at her.

"Alright, stop crying, you knew all along!"

Willow grabbed the tissues, turned to him, and pouting with grievance, said, "That doesn’t make it the same!"

Evander released the handbrake and chuckled lightly, "True, third uncle didn’t know before!"

The blatant sarcasm made Willow glare at him resentfully.

Evander took Willow to the bar, ordered a pitcher of beer, and drank soda himself.

"Brother, I’m in a bad mood, drink with me," Willow handed him a beer bottle, and he lightly pushed it away, smiling, "Forget it, I need to stay sober to take you home."

Willow took a swig from the bottle, and Evander drank his soda. "When did you find out you weren’t third uncle’s biological child?"

"In junior three," Willow downed half a bottle of beer, "One day a man stopped me at the school gate, said he was mom’s friend wanting to take me out to eat... Luckily some classmates drove him away, so I wasn’t taken by force."

Speaking of this, Willow took another gulp of beer, "Later, I didn’t see that man for a long time until one time when I went out with classmates, passing by a cafe, I saw mom sitting with that man through the window and giving him a lot of money."

Evander took a deep breath; he really didn’t want to care about family affairs. The Lancaster Family in T City is like a myth; many envy the members, but who knows that what they see is only the glamorous surface.

All night, Willow drank a lot of beer and ended up crying endlessly in Evander’s arms.