Amid the turmoil, the spot where Evangeline had just sat was littered with the remains of a milk-drenched cup. A waiter, clad in uniform, tightened his white gloves and carefully collected the fragments, pausing only to dial a number. "Ms. Rearden, the funeral has gone haywire, and Evangeline is en route to the hospital..."

Julia's voice crackled with excitement on the line. "Did that wretch lose the baby?"

Julia had been waiting for days for some shred of good news, and it seemed to have arrived. How could she contain her glee?

She had loathed Evangeline, wishing her dead at first. However, after Walter's cruel treatment, her wishes took a darker turn.

She relished the thought of Evangeline enduring a fate far crueler than death.

Evangeline was head over heels for Walter. If she lost the baby she was carrying, would that not just crush her?

The funeral for that old man from the Foster family? She could not care less. It was not her beloved grandpa, and she would not see a dime of the money he left behind. What did any of it have to do with her?

The waiter glanced at the bright red blood on the floor. "That's a lot of blood. Doesn't look good."

His job was to take people out, not patch them up. Why his boss would think he would know anything about that was beyond him.

"Okay, okay, okay," said Julia repeatedly. "Keep an eye on Evangeline's situation. The moment you're sure she's lost the baby, let me know!"

The waiter's voice was steady and sure, "Got it."

When Celina heard about Evangeline's sudden bleeding, she wanted to go with her to the hospital but could not squeeze into the car. She thought about how much Evangeline would want Cole's funeral to go smoothly, even from her hospital bed. That settled it for her. She decided to stay at the funeral, figuring she might be more useful there.

With the crowd thinning out, there was not much for Celina to do at the funeral.

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However, the bleeding... It seemed so sudden, did it not?

When Julieta and she were hanging out with Evangeline, she was fine-no bellyaches or anything. Her best friend Roslyn would never want to hurt Evangeline.

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She expected the place to be deserted. Instead, there was a waiter in uniform, bent over and scanning the ground like he was on a treasure hunt. "What... are you looking for?"

Celina eyed him, puzzled, but then she saw his tray was littered with sparkly glass bits and splotches of milk.

The waiter jumped, then wore a professional grin when he saw Celina.

"Hey there I'm on cleanup duty for

the funeral. Dropped a milk glass and we can't have guests stepping on glass, right? So the manager sent me to deal with it, pronto."

It all sounded legitimate, so Celina did not think much of it.

The chair that tripped up Evangeline was standing straight again, and Celina plopped down without giving it another thought, watching the waiter do his thing. Out of the blue, she spotted something that piqued her curiosity.

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