NovelEnglishThe old woman opened the door with a trash bag in her hand.
When she opened the door, she was instantly greeted by three burly men standing by the door.
"You..." She dropped the trash bag and let out a gasp.
"Hello, Grandma. We are here to look for Irene." The leader among them immediately smiled what he thought to be a kind, pleasant smile.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe old woman looked at the three men giving her fake smiles. She was in shock.
However, she soon guessed who they were working for.
One on hand, she blamed herself. She should not have called Avery of her own volition. On the other hand, she was glad that Madam could predict the future and had sensed danger ahead, preventing another tragedy from happening.
"Oh... Who are you all?" The old lady quickly calmed down once she understood the situation. "How do you know Irene?" "Grandma, we were sent here by Mr. Foster. We mean you no ill harm. We only want to confirm if Irene is Mr. Foster's daughter," the leader said politely.
The old woman laughed as if she had heard a great joke. "Irene's parents are people from my village. How could she be your boss's daughter? What Mr. Foster? Irene's father's last nis not Foster!" The three men's expressions instantly changed.
"Could you all be mistaken? Also, Irene is sick. I was just about to buy her medicine. Why don't you all..." She wanted them to leave.
However, how could they leave without seeing Ivy? "What sickness does she have? Does she need to be taken to the hospital? We have a car. We could send her to the hospital." "No need, no need. She only has a fever. She can just take smedicine." The old woman was afraid that they did not believe her, so she turned around and pushed the door open. She entered the room. "Cin and have a look! Irene is really having a fever..." "The shops are not open yet at this hour! Where are you planning to go get anddicine? Just send her to the hospital!" The leader strode in, following behind the old woman. elket "There's a twenty-four-hour pharmacy. Flu and fever are smal cases. No need to go to the hospital," the old woman said calmly as she pushed the door open.
"Irene, a few uncles are here to see you. Wait for a while. I'll go get you medicine soon." It was quite dark in the room. They could only see a child lying in bed, but they could not see the child's face.
One of the bodyguards found the light switch and immediately switched it on.
The girl in the bed had flushed cheeks. She looked a little nervous.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt really seemed like she was having a fever.
The bodyguard reached out and touched the girl's forehead. It was a little hot.
"Maybe she's not used to life here. She fell sick once we cdownhill." Anxiously, the old woman asked, "Why do you suspect that she's Mr. Foster's daughter? Has he seen trene before? Or who did he hear it from?" "Grandma, we're just following orders," the bodyguard said while looking at the girl in bed.
The girl looked pretty, but she did not look like either Elliot or Avery.
After examining her for a while, the bodyguard felt that the girl did not look like Elliot or Avery at all.
"Do you think she looks like Avery or Mr. Foster?" the bodyguard secretly whispered to the other two.
They shook their heads. "I don't think she looks like them, but I have a bad eye for this. I might not be accurate." "I don't think she looks like them either, but it doesn't matter what I say. What if she is really Mr. Foster's daughter?" the other bodyguard said.
If one could see whose child was whose, why would we still need DNA tests? Privacy
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