When Evelyn asked her question, Jason remained silent.

The car sped through the streets, and in that moment of silence, Evelyn understood the answer. As long as they didn’t divorce, her life would only become more difficult.

She had been hungry for a while, initially planning to stop at a restaurant, but since mentioning Selene seemed to have struck a nerve with Jason, she decided to wait until they reached 9Bliss Garden to get out.

The fridge was empty, save for two eggs, which she scrambled for breakfast. Not wanting to venture outside, she ordered a braised pork rice from her phone. Ever since her recent check-up at Riverton People's Hospital, she had loosened her dietary restrictions a bit. Fortunately, she hadn’t gained much weight during this time.

In the past, she would have asked Jason if he wanted to share a meal, but this time she ignored him completely. After Jason went into his study and didn’t come out, she took in the clothes drying on the balcony, only gathering her own this time. Before, she always made sure to iron Jason’s clothes and neatly hang them in the closet.

Eating the takeout while sipping hot fruit tea, Evelyn found that living alone wasn’t so bad. She didn’t have to endure the sight of that irritating face, nor did she have to tread carefully around someone else’s feelings.

“Mother is downstairs; let’s go meet her,” Jason said, suddenly standing behind her.

“Ah?!” Evelyn was taken aback. Grace was back in Riverton again!

With the Stark family in turmoil and everyone seemingly plotting their own moves, she knew that when the time came for confrontation, Cedric and Marcus would surely team up for the inheritance, leaving Jason isolated.

Grace’s return was undoubtedly to help Jason. As he hurried down the stairs, Evelyn, still in her purple loungewear, threw on a coat without changing her outfit.

Upon reaching the bottom, she saw Grace already out of the car, impeccably made up and dripping in jewelry, a stark contrast to the elder Mr. Stark lying in the ICU.

Evelyn was frustrated that Grace couldn’t just come up on her own and had to make them come down to meet her! Reluctantly, she called out, “Mother.”

Grace responded with an impatient “Mm,” her gaze falling on Evelyn’s stomach. “Are you still taking those medications for your pregnancy?”

“I took them for a few days, and then I…” Evelyn met Grace’s disdainful look head-on, “I started spotting.”

Jason, unaware of the full context, was surprised by Evelyn’s bluntness and coughed awkwardly, signaling her to stop talking.

Grace quickly regained her composure and asked with a reprimanding tone, “Are you implying that the medications I sent caused you to lose the baby?”

“Since I started taking your herbal medicine, I’ve been spotting for several days now, and the amount is definitely more than just a little,” Evelyn retorted, her gaze sharp as she fixed it on Grace.

“Jason is my only son, and I’m delighted that you’re pregnant with his child. Why would I want to harm you?” Grace’s voice wavered slightly. “Sebastian doesn’t have long left, and the assets haven’t been divided yet. The more children we have, the more bargaining chips we’ll possess. Do you really think I would harm my own grandchild?”

“There’s no need for you to get so worked up. I’m simply stating the facts.” Evelyn turned and walked toward the elevator. She didn’t want to argue; she just wanted Grace to stop treating her like a fool.

Jason, who had been silent all along, now held a cigarette, the lighter resting in his palm, yet he didn’t light it.

“Jason, Selene is about to return to take over ‘SinoVision.’ You need to get the divorce paperwork sorted out quickly,”

Grace quickly changed the subject, fearing Jason might question her about the medications.

“Are the medications you sent for preserving the pregnancy or for terminating it?” Jason’s eyes blazed with fury, showing no sign of letting this go.

“Fine, if she doubts me, but you too? I’m your mother! Why would I scheme against my own grandchild?” Grace remained clear-headed; even if she were presented with evidence, she couldn’t admit to it. If she did, Jason would hate her for life.

“Jason, we’ve depended on each other for so many years. My biggest regret is that I only had you. If I had another child, you wouldn’t have to face the Stark family alone and defenseless. Since hearing about Evelyn’s pregnancy, I’ve been dreaming of it every night.”

“The medications are still in the living room. I’ll find a testing agency right away.” Jason didn’t buy her excuses, his face hardening as he turned to head upstairs.

“At a time like this, you still want to argue with me about this?” Grace hurried after him. “I’ve received credible information: Sebastian has already written his will! Half of the shares are for Cedric, and the other half will be split between you, the second, and the third. Cedric is also the CEO of Stark’s Group!”

Jason froze, lighting his cigarette and taking a few hard puffs. Just as Grace had said, even though Sebastian had acknowledged him as his son, he placed greater importance on his legitimate eldest grandson.

Cedric was only two years younger than Jason and, with a sharp mind, often caused trouble relying on Sebastian’s favoritism. Cedric had joined Stark’s Group as a department manager, while Jason had been made to start at the bottom as a lowly sales clerk.

Now both he and Cedric held the title of vice president. While Cedric had his fun outside, he was diligent during work hours, often staying late to keep up appearances. Yet, for Jason, Cedric only went to the company twice a week, and even then, it was to flirt with a pretty receptionist or secretary.

As for Marcus, the third son of the Stark family, he was ambitious but lacked the ability even to be a mid-level leader at Stark’s Group, failing to earn Sebastian’s respect.

For the past few years, Sebastian had only been a figurehead president; Jason had been the one battling in the business world, leading the employees in their endeavors. But no matter how well he performed, in Sebastian’s eyes, he wasn’t worth as much as Cedric, who couldn’t even stick to a wall.

Grace was an expert at reading people and sensed Jason’s hesitation and the conflict within him.

“Jason, you need to understand our situation. Chiara Moore has held the financial power of Stark’s Group for years, and Sebastian favors Cedric, that useless son; meanwhile, Marcus plays both sides, pretending to be a devoted son while secretly colluding with Stark’s Group's rivals, constantly creating obstacles. Only you have consistently been dedicated to the group’s welfare. If we don’t leverage external pressure against Sebastian, we’ll end up working for others.”

Chiara was Cedric’s mother and Jason’s sister-in-law. After being widowed for years, she had developed a heart of stone, serving as Stark’s Group’s CFO and holding significant influence in Riverton’s business and high society circles.

“Mother, I’m selfish like you. I will never do something that benefits others at my expense.” Jason flicked his wrist, ash falling from his cigarette. “The will’s authenticity cannot be confirmed yet. If we rush into this, we’ll reveal our own cards.”

“After all that, it seems you didn’t absorb a single word I said! Give me a clear answer—are you divorcing or not?”

“Not divorcing,” he replied firmly.

“She lost the baby, so why do you keep her around?” Grace pressed on, closing in. “Are you in love with her?”

“In love with her?” Jason scoffed, refusing to confirm or deny. “I won’t fall in love with anyone. Keeping her around is merely for a different purpose.”