Her Precious Baby

Sylas looked around and saw piles of empty beer bottles on the table as well as on the floor. It was evident that Evander had had too much to drink.

After searching for a while, Sylas finally found Evander lying on the floor behind the couch.

The latter was hanging his head dejectedly with his hair covering his eyes, hiding his emotions.

The bandage on his injured arm was soaked with blood. As the blood dripped continuously onto the floor, he was still holding a beer bottle.

“Mr. Golding!”

Taken aback, Sylas immediately rushed forward and threw the bottle aside. “Y-You’re injured. Why are you still drinking? Your condition will get worse!”

My goodness! I’ve been working for Mr. Golding for so many years and I’ve never seen him in such a dejected state. It was as though he has lost his soul.

It was a heart wrenching scene.

“Don’t touch me.”

Evander pushed Sylas away, annoyance evident in his eyes. Subsequently, as if his pain receptors were disabled, he continued fumbling around for the bottle of beer.

“Mr. Golding, please stop drinking. Talk to me about your problems. Since you’re still in love with Ms. Sorelle, you should take the initiative to go to her. I’m sure she won’t ignore you if you tell her how you feel,” advised Sylas anxiously.

Hearing that, Evander looked up at him and let out a self-deprecating chuckle. “It’s useless to say anything or plan surprises just to win her heart. She is a heartless woman.”

The very reason behind the immense pain he was feeling was that he had tried to fight for her but to no avail.

No matter what he did, Angeline was determined to leave.

Sylas’ heart clenched when he heard Evander’s dejected words, so much so that he began grumbling inwardly when he thought of Angeline.

Jeez. Why did she suddenly propose a breakup when things were going so well? Can’t she make things clear once and for all?

When his train of thought ended there, he suddenly recalled something and froze. He had been so busy lately that he forgot to inform Evander of something.

reminded Evander, “Mr. Golding, do you remember when you lost your

“Yes. What about it?”

gradually sobered up as he massaged his eyebrows, still

a call, telling me that a woman had

processed what

face clouded over as he asked solemnly, “Didn’t you say she was overseas

long ago, but I’m not sure where she is now. I’m afraid problems will arise if

be solved with money,” said Evander, his tone harsh and frosty. He felt even more frustrated upon recalling that bizarre

day, he had just signed a major contract with his business partner, and in

him back to his room amidst his drunken state. Feeling

midnight, a woman would climb into his bed and caress his abdomen, making him lose control of himself as if

what happened next. By the time he regained consciousness, the woman was no longer around. He assumed she was after his money but fled because she

him the woman was pregnant and that he should transfer

what

who would offer up her own body in exchange

you should stop drinking. I’ll send you to a nearby hospital

to persuade Evander when he saw

after drinking and venting his

up from the floor and glanced at Sylas before ordering, “Continue to track the woman

that

me. Find out his

was momentarily stunned

Golding still can’t

the police station, someone arrived to bail

bail you out. You’re

in plain prison uniform, came walking out while being grabbed

was in low spirits and her face appeared pale without

spending the whole week in jail had

the visiting room, Joseline frowned when she saw

“Why are you here?”