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

down. He was like an

wiped away his tears and looked at Sylvia

"Yes."

your birthday in

"Yes."

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. I don't know why

slightly. A thought suddenly flashed in

the old Evans said helplessly, "Your

was pounding. If Otto wasn't her

Her mind went blank.

died with her mother? Who was the

didn't dare to think

Why?

was trapped

to solve it, but

o'clock in the morning

head was like a

to hand over the Evans family to you." Eddie knew about

connected to the

figure it

went out of the

was parked at

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

into the car and sat beside him, tired. "Why are

want to disturb him

out to grab her cold hand, and tightly wrapped her

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

when we arrive home." Franklin's deep

head, stretched out her other

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