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

down. He was

the old Evans wiped away his tears and looked at

"Yes."

your birthday in

"Yes."

a sudden and she wouldn't tell me what happened. I was so angry that I 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

flashed in her mind, "So... Otto is not

sure," the old Evans said helplessly, "Your father is not worthy of

Otto wasn't

Her mind went blank.

who died with her mother? Who

didn't dare to think about it

Why?

was trapped

to solve it,

two o'clock in the morning when she walked out of the

head was like

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

Eddie connected to

figure

went out of the

was parked at the

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

got into the car and sat beside him, tired. "Why are you here?" When she left,

didn't want to disturb him from

out to grab her cold hand, and tightly wrapped her fair hand with his big

his shoulder wearily. "I'm kind

we arrive home." Franklin's deep voice was like

head, stretched out her other hand, and put

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