A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 102 Is It You?

Cassius looked at the time and it was already midnight. “There’s no hurry. Let’s talk about it tomorrow. I’ll bring you the information tomorrow morning. If you want to see her, you can go see her yourself tomorrow.”

Gustave had always been calm and collected. Cassius felt that no matter how anxious he was, he would not be in a hurry to see her now.

Moreover, it was already late at night and she should be sleeping.

Gustave clenched his fists and loosened them again. His tone was as calm as possible. “I’m done with work. I’ll go take a look now.

for ten Cassius reminded him in a deep voice, “She is just a girl who hasn’t seen you years. I know that you haven’t received love from us since you were a child, but you should know that in ten years, even the best person might change.

“What’s more, the little girl you saw back then was just a girl. How good could she be?”

Gustave said lightly, “If you don’t want to take me to see her, then forget it. I’ll call Mr. Jacobson myself.” Davian Jacobson was the director of the orphanage.

Cassius looked at him silently for a while and did not say anything more. He turned back.

and went out.

Gustave immediately went out together. When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back. He felt that someone was staring at him.

When he looked over, he saw Darlene standing behind the hollow wall in the living room. She probably stood there because he saw Cassius go out.

She should have heard what they said just now.

Gustave glanced at her and wanted to say something, but he did not. He turned around and walked out quickly. Cassius left with him.

Darlene still stood there, watching them go out, and then closed the door softly. For

some reason, she was in a trance for a moment.

Darnell approached from behind and said, “Ms. Garcia, Mr. Walpole must have something urgent to attend to.

“You just vomited blood. I’ll let the doctor check on you first. Mr. Walpole has already arranged a bedroom upstairs for you. Your grandmother is already sleeping upstairs.

Darlene retracted her gaze and nodded. “Okay.”

her a lot of instructions, carefully treated her, and put her on a drip. It was already past two in the

a bedroom for Darlene and Reina respectively, but Darlene was

used to it and stayed in the

dawn, she somehow had that

in the water and called her

asleep anymore. She looked out the window

was bright, so she

the next day. Darlene

Hoffman, the housekeeper, had already prepared breakfast and

had called and would

at the dining table and looked upstairs. “Has Mr. Walpole’s mother eaten. yet?”

“Mrs. Walpole always eats in her room. She rarely comes out.”

on the sofa and

door opened and Gustave

looked about the same age as Darlene and had beautiful facial features. The moment she entered

some reason, she seemed a little familiar. She realized

the servants to pour her tea. Then he

Sandra’s cousin,

her before.”

had been brought here. If she told anyone, people

had already helped her a lot. Moreover, Gustave seemed to attach great importance to this person he brought over.

say much and only smiled,

at her and ignored her. She took a small ornament on the table and fiddled

at his own head, hinting that

around, and continued to massage

had brought a woman back, and Darlene felt a little

leave

as if he wanted to ask Abigail something. Probably because Darlene was there, he did

time, and Darlene was

saw that Reina was starting to doze off, she immediately found an excuse to get up and help Reina up. “I’ll take you up to sleep for a while. You tossed and turned last night,

got up

took the tea that the servant brought over and

mole under Abigail’s eyes. It looked cute. If not for the fact that her brain was injured and she looked a little silly when she smiled, she would be