NovelEnglishBut all was too late now. Eddie wanted to murder him.
The old Evans's heart was broken.
The pain within was sharper than the pain in his body.
Just then, the door of the ward was pushed open.
Atall, beautiful woman stepped in. She looked at him expressionlessly.
"Sylvia..." the old Evans called weakly.
Sylvia walked to the bed step by step, lowered her eyes, and looked at the old, dying man on the bed.
Was he really her family? But why didn't she feel close to him? Was it because her mother was kicked out of the family by him? She had mixed feelings.
After a while, she finally spoke. "Is my mother your daughter?" "Yes... She is." the old Evans nodded. "l am your grandfather." "But... Why can't | feel any connection between you and me?" Sylvia smiled mockingly.
"I wanted to ask you the first time | saw you. Is your mother alright?" What the old Evans wanted to know the most was Monica's news.
"My dad said she died in a car accident when | was eight years old." Sylvia closed her eyes and reopened them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe's dead? How come? How could she die so young? She is a genius! It must be my fault. | was too cruel to her..." the old Evans wept silently, laying weakly, trembling like a broken old bellows.
"Monica!" "My daughter! " His heart hurt so hard that he could barely breathe.
The old Evans’ tears kept running down. He was like an extinguishing candle in the wind.
"You are 22 years old, right?" the old Evans wiped away his tears and looked at Sylvia with his cloudy eyes.
"Yes." "Is your birthday in October?" "Yes." "It's you then. Your mother was pregnant all of a sudden and she wouldn't tell me what happened. | was so angry that | drove her out of the family. She was stubborn. And she never came back. So, she kept you." the old Evans sighed, "I have been looking for her for so many years...but since she left the Evans family, there has been no news of her. | don't know why she married your father." Sylvia narrowed her eyes slightly. A thought suddenly flashed in her mind, "So... Otto is not my father?" "I'am not sure," the old Evans said helplessly, "Your father is not worthy of your mother at all.” Sylvia's heart was pounding. If Otto wasn't her father, who was? Her mind went blank.
What about her sister who died with her mother? Who was the father of her sister? She didn't dare to think about it further.
Why? She was trapped in a mystery.
She wanted to solve it, but she couldn't.
It was already two o'clock in the morning when she walked out of the ward.
Her head was like a mess.
The old Evans said before she left the ward, "To make up for you and your mother, I've decided to hand over the Evans family to you." Eddie knew about this, that was why he wanted to murder the old Evans, right? Was Eddie connected to the car accident? Sylvia couldn't figure it out.
She went out of the ward building.
A black Bentley was parked at the gate.
The car window slowly lowered, revealing the handsome face of the man, which seemed cold in the night sky. Yet the moment Sylvia saw him, his face turned gentle.
Sylvia got into the car and sat beside him, tired. "Why are you here?" When she left, she was very quiet.
She didn't want to disturb him from sleeping but she failed.
"To take you home." Franklin reached out to grab her cold hand, and tightly wrapped her fair hand with his big palm.
She put her head on his shoulder wearily. "I'm kind of tired." "Have some sleep. I'll wake you up when we arrive home." Franklin's deep voice was like fine wine, especially intoxicating in the middle of the night.
Sylvia suddenly raised her head, stretched out her other hand, and put it on his shoulder.
The next second, she kissed him with her charming red lips. It seemed that was the only way to get a moment of peace.
Her mind was a mess. She needed a way out.
Franklin gasped for breath.
His eyes darkened as he stared at the little woman who rarely kissed him.
His intuition told him that something bad had happened.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOtherwise, she wouldn't act like this...
However, it was rare for her to take the initiative, so he was delighted.
But in a moment, he took the initiative.
Jasper, who was driving, turned on the partition of the car without being asked to.
In an instant, Sylvia and Franklin lost control of themselves.
In Larro Prison.
Skyla and Tammy had visited Otto when he was sent to prison, but then they disappeared.
Sylvia never came.
"0285, you have a visitor!" The cold voice sounded with the clang of the iron door.
Otto was sitting in the corner of his bed in the cell when he heard the guard's voice.
He was in a good mood, thinking that it must be Skyla and Tammy.
He tidied the crumpled prison uniform that he was in and when he was about to tidy up his hair, he heard the impatient voice of the guard again.
"0285, you got a visitor! Now, come out!" The guard slammed the iron door of the small cell, his cold eyes filled with anger.
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