Chapter 432

Her pretty eyes looked at the man in front of her. The man's lips were pale. His eyes were staring straight at her, for a long time ...

When everyone thought Donald would not speak, the man's hoarse voice finally sounded, “I met her once. Is it true that she passed away?" Judging from Donald's words, Sylvia guessed Donald and her mother were not in a close relationship.

Sylvia nodded, "She died in a car accident.”

All these years, she felt that her mother did not die and must still be alive somewhere in this world.

She believed her mother did not come back to her for some reason. From the information she had got, her mother had been sold and disappeared.

She must find her mother!

She must figure out what happened back then.

Also, after all these years, was her younger sister dead or alive?

She couldn't believe that two people had suddenly disappeared. Donald suppressed the excitement in his heart, his hands trembled as he held the photo and closed his eyes hard.

It was her!

It was really her!

It was that woman!

It was her!

Then this child in front of him was her daughter.

So many years had passed and her child had been a grownup.

... stayed single for her for so many years. His heart welled up with sorrow and

that Monica had passed away,

breathe. It hurt!

the look on his face was extremely

wanted to say something, but

picture, on the verge of

the same as the one in his memory. She was

... she had left this world. He searched for her for so many years and waited for her for so many years ... but the ending turned out to be like

expression. He had never seen such an expression appear on

simply too

what's wrong with

Donald said in a hoarse voice, and then looked at Brock, "Sir, can I have this

bit reluctant, "Mr. Fox, the woman in this photo was once my school doctor. She took

confirm with you that the young girl in this photo is you

Sylvia nodded, "It's me."

So,

collapsed after I found out that my mother had died, and Otto was not good to me, and it was you who helped me by sending me food and clothes, for which I was grateful.

paused, "Mr. Davila, you are a good person. You should not be

He really didn't

Brock, but not me?" The memory of Sylvia saving him in the countryside seemed to have been erased from

made him

their first encounter.

her head, “I'm not sure. It seems

was

had a photographic

she only forget

Franklin's life

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