But 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.

A tall, 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. “I am your grandfather.”

"But... Why can't I feel any connection between you and me?" Sylvia smiled mockingly.

"I wanted to ask you the first time I 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 I was eight years old." Sylvia closed her eyes and reopened them.

She's dead? How come? How could she die so young? She is a genius! It must be my fault. I was too cruel to her..." the old Evans wept silently, laying weakly, trembling like a broken old bellows.

"Monica!"

"My daughter”

so hard that he could

down. He

away his tears and looked at Sylvia

"Yes."

birthday in

"Yes."

She was stubborn. And she never came back. So, she kept you." the old Evans sighed, "I

flashed in her mind,

"Your father

If Otto wasn't

Her mind went blank.

with her mother? Who

to think about

Why?

was trapped in a

to solve it, but

was already two o'clock in the morning

was like

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

Eddie connected to the car

couldn't figure it

of the

Bentley was

handsome face of the man, which seemed cold in the night sky. Yet

and sat beside him, tired. "Why are you here?" When she left, she was very

to disturb him from sleeping

her cold hand, and

put her head on his shoulder wearily. "I'm kind

we arrive home." Franklin's deep

her other

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