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.

you lost your

“Yes. What about it?”

sobered up as he massaged his eyebrows, still suffering

ago, one of the staff members of that shop gave me a call, telling me that a woman had been searching for the owner of the ring. I’m guessing it’s Floretta’s biological

processed what

asked solemnly, “Didn’t

too long ago, but I’m not

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

signed a major contract with his business partner, and in the midst of that

drunken state. Feeling horrible from inebriation, he

caress his abdomen, making him lose control of himself as if a spark of passion was suddenly

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

Evander received an anonymous document informing him the woman was pregnant and that he should transfer fifty million to get the

what

offer up her own

you to a nearby

took the opportunity to persuade Evander

drinking and venting his

at Sylas before ordering, “Continue to track the woman down with

do that right

Jonathan for me.

was momentarily stunned before he nodded.

that trouble, Mr. Golding

police

here to bail you out. You’re free to

clad in plain prison uniform, came walking

and her face appeared

whole week in jail had been

visiting room, Joseline frowned when she

“Why are you here?”