Alfonso stared back at Evans, stunned into silence. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He looked like someone who'd seen a ghost.
Evans shook his head disappointedly, his lips curled in disgust. "If Adeline somehow finds out you were behind that crash, you're on your own, you hear me?" He jabbed a finger toward Alfonso's chest. "You'll face the consequences alone because I had nothing to do with it." He let go of him roughly, sending him stumbling back a step.
With that, Evans turned on his heel, storming out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him. Alfonso remained frozen in place, staring blankly at the floor where his shattered wine glass lay. His face was damp with sweat, and his hands trembled. How? How had she survived that crash? He'd seen the state of her car. It was a complete mess, a wreck no one could walk away from. And yet, she was back. Alive.
