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”

hurt so hard that he could barely

He was like an extinguishing candle in

wiped away his tears and looked at

"Yes."

your birthday in

"Yes."

of the family. She was stubborn. And she never came back. So, she kept you." the old Evans sighed, "I have been looking for

thought suddenly flashed in her mind, "So... Otto

"Your father

pounding. If Otto wasn't her father,

Her mind went blank.

who died with her mother?

dare to think

Why?

trapped

solve it, but

morning

head was

make up for you and your mother, I've decided to hand over the Evans family to you." Eddie knew

Eddie connected to the car

couldn't figure

of the

was parked

cold in the night sky. Yet the moment Sylvia saw

him, tired. "Why are you here?"

him from sleeping but

out to grab her cold hand, and tightly wrapped her fair hand

head on his shoulder

home." Franklin's deep voice was like

stretched out her other hand, and put it on his

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