Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 117

She'd only meant to get rid of Evangeline and Soren's child. That was all.

But what she hadn't expected was that, as soon as Soren got her message, he didn't even spare Evangeline a glance—he rushed her straight to the hospital.

Poppy had always known Soren didn't love Evangeline, but it wasn't until that moment she realized just how deep his indifference ran. He could ignore Evangeline completely.

With this thought, Poppy felt her emotions gradually settle. Maybe she'd been too hasty.

After all, Soren and Evangeline had been married for five years. Expecting him to wake up overnight and betray her was probably asking too much.

But even after she'd figured this out, Poppy didn't dare to let her guard down. Soren had changed. She couldn't afford to wait any longer—not just because Helena was pressuring her, but because the longer she delayed, the greater the risk that everything would spiral out of control.

Poppy forced herself to calm down and think things through. It didn't take long before a plan started to form in her mind.

Meanwhile, after Soren left the bedroom, he still felt unsettled. What caught him off guard even more was that the fire Poppy had stirred in him a moment ago had, inexplicably, made him think of Evangeline.

Since marrying Evangeline, he'd rarely had to forcibly suppress his desires. But now, with Evangeline gone, the urge returned.

Soren retreated to his study, gulped down a glass of cold water, and waited for the heat in his chest to subside. He had just decided to take a shower when his phone rang—it was his grandmother.

Mrs. Fawkes had heard from the maid that Soren had braved the storm to come home again, and she was furious. Still, she hadn't called him right away. She didn't want to distract him while he was driving in that weather, so she had checked the time and waited until she was sure he'd gotten home safely before dialing his number.

When Soren saw who was calling, he didn't hesitate to answer. "Grandma, what's up?"

"Oh, so you're still alive?" came Mrs. Fawkes's dry laugh on the other end. "No big deal—just wanted to check if I still have a grandson, or if I should start planning your funeral."

He relented. "Fine, maybe it wasn't her. But you shouldn't just believe every bit of gossip you hear."

"I know what I'm doing, Grandma. I can handle my own business."

He might as well have told her outright to stop meddling.

Mrs. Fawkes was so furious she almost laughed. She wanted to scold him, but in the end, she just pressed a hand to her chest and swallowed her words.

Enough. It wasn't the first time she'd realized her own grandson could be so dense, so easily misled. Getting angry was pointless.

She forced herself to speak as calmly as possible. "Tell me, Soren—do you really care about this Poppy girl so much?"