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.

many years. His heart

after hearing Sylvia said that Monica had passed away, a

hardly breathe. It hurt! It

scarlet, and the look on his face was extremely appalling, "Miss

wanted to say something, but finally

picture, on the

the same as the one in his memory. She was beautiful,

her for so many years and waited for her for so many years

never seen such an

was simply

wrong

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

reluctant, "Mr. Fox, the woman in this photo was once my school doctor. She took great care of me, so I have always

at Sylvia, "Miss Andrews, I hurried to Aettosa to confirm with you that the young girl in this photo

Sylvia nodded, "It's me."

why you came to me? So,

mind drifted, "Back then ... I 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

you are a good person. You

Andrews, thank you." Brock was moved when looking at Sylvia. He really didn't think that his

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

made him

was their first encounter. Why did

head, “I'm not sure. It seems some

thing was

a

she only forget her first encounter with

she save Franklin's

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