Evelyn's eyes flickered slightly, her voice soft.

"Grandma, how did we get our marriage certificate?"

Eleanor Vance chuckled warmly.

"That day, you were wearing a red sweater..."

A red sweater?

Evelyn paused, thoughtful.

She did own a red sweater, bought three years ago for the New Year.

Living alone in a rented apartment, she had wanted to wear something festive to dispel the loneliness.

The photo on the marriage certificate showed that exact sweater.

Eleanor continued, beaming.

"That rascal was in a black suit. You two just went and got married!"

Evelyn frowned.

City Hall insisted both parties must be present to obtain a marriage license.

Eleanor said the same, confirming she and Alexander Vance had indeed married two years ago.

But why did neither of them remember?

It couldn't be that they both lost their memories.

Her memory was excellent. She remembered everything from two years ago clearly.

Evelyn pressed further.

"How did we meet?"

Eleanor answered earnestly.

"Of course, it was because of me..."

"What did you do?"

Evelyn pressed for details, but Eleanor yawned, her eyes gradually clearing.

"Granddaughter-in-law, why are you up so early?"

The crucial information slipped away... but at least she knew the old lady had facilitated it.

The specifics of what she did would have to wait until clinical medication could treat her condition.

Evelyn sighed softly.

"Grandma, it's time for breakfast."

...

After Eleanor finished her morning routine, they sat together in the dining room.

Breakfast was lavish.

Evelyn and Eleanor chatted while waiting for Alexander.

"That rascal is so tall, must be over six foot three!" Eleanor gestured, measuring with her hands.

"Three heads taller than me!"

Evelyn smiled.

"Yes, he's definitely over six foot three."

At five foot eight, she wasn't short, but next to Alexander, she always felt petite.

As they spoke, Alexander approached.

Eleanor asked him directly.

"Rascal, how tall are you?"

The man looked questioningly at Evelyn.

"Why?"

Evelyn raised an eyebrow.

"Report it."

Alexander pressed his lips together, silent.

Eleanor urged him.

"Hurry up and report it for your wife!"

Alexander looked down at Evelyn.

"Then stand up."

Evelyn obediently rose.

She thought he meant to compare their heights.

Instead, he stepped forward, his large hand encircling her waist, pulling her into an embrace.

Evelyn froze in surprise.

She could feel the firmness of his chest muscles through his clothes after his workout.

He had just showered; his hair was damp, carrying a fresh scent of soap and grassy shower gel.

Blushing, Evelyn looked up at him, confused.

He glanced down at her seriously.

"Is this enough?"

Evelyn blinked.

"Huh?"

"Do you need to hug longer?"

Evelyn paused for a few seconds before understanding.

She pushed him away, amused and exasperated.

"I meant report your height, not this kind of hug..."

"..."

Alexander's ears turned red instantly.

Eleanor laughed heartily.

"This hug is better! Hug more often, hurry up and give me a great-grandchild..."

Evelyn suppressed a laugh and sat down.

Alexander glanced at her.

The girl's eyes sparkled like autumn water, the corners of her peach-blossom eyes enchanting and captivating.

Like a dazzling dahlia on a cliff, radiant and independent.

He withdrew his gaze and was about to sit when a voice interrupted.

"Madam, we just returned home and came to have breakfast with you!"

The voice arrived before the person.

The three turned to see Margaret Evans, Julian's mother, walking in with a smile.

Behind her were Robert Vance, Richard Evans, Julian... and Isabella.

Fiona immediately directed the servants to busy themselves.

New place settings were quickly arranged on the table.

Robert sat at the far end of the long table, opposite Eleanor.

Richard sat next to him, and Julian took the seat beside...

Margaret walked over to Evelyn, smiling brightly.

"Miss Evelyn, could you please move over?"

Before Evelyn could respond, Margaret had already pushed her tableware to the adjacent chair.

Without waiting for Eleanor to speak, she took the old lady's hand.

"Grandma, we came to share good news today!"

Evelyn instinctively glanced at Isabella's stomach. Was it that?

Eleanor asked.

"What good news?"

Margaret beckoned to Isabella.

Isabella walked over to her.

"Your future granddaughter-in-law helped the police and is going to receive public recognition! This is great for the Vance family!"

For a wealthy family like the Vances, reputation was paramount.

Having a daughter-in-law known for bravery created a positive image.

Isabella smiled modestly.

"It was just my duty."

Margaret shook her head.

"Don't say that. You handled this beautifully. I'll have the Vance PR team highlight this, so you can marry Julian with honor! You'll be his lawful wife! The lady of this house!"

Isabella's eyes lit up, thrilled.

She never expected Liam Lowell would bring her such honor!

She glanced triumphantly at Evelyn, smiling.

"Aunt Margaret, thank you for your kindness."

Margaret's tone shifted.

"You deserve it. With your positive image, you'll represent Julian well in public. Investing in you is worthwhile for the family."

She then looked at Evelyn, smiling.

"Alexander, your wife is studying abroad, no need to rush back. Let Isabella handle household matters from now on. The police gave her an award, public opinion is favorable, and she comes from a good family. Since she's presentable, the Vances should support her..."

Alexander remained silent.

Margaret offered the seat.

"Come, Isabella, sit here! Keep Great-Grandma company during breakfast~"

She seemed to remember something and looked at Evelyn.

"Oh, I forgot about Miss Evelyn, our guest. But I'm sure Miss Evelyn doesn't mind, right?"

Evelyn said nothing.

Just then, her phone chimed.

Evelyn checked it. A message from "Ethan Young" on Twitter:

[Reporter Nan, I discovered a secret! Isabella wasn't the hero who exposed Liam Lowell! She was working with him! I have proof! Releasing it soon!]