Her Precious Baby

Chapter 290

Evander’s face fell, and he rubbed his chin. “Continue.”

“Joel lost his father when he was five. His sister raised him. They survived on donations from their fellow villagers. He worked hard and got accepted into a design academy while his sister became a nurse. She was assigned to a hospital in a county.'’

Everything about the siblings' lives sounded normal up until that point. But then everything changed when Sylas took a file out of his briefcase and handed it to Evander.

“Coincidentally. Joel's sister is the nurse who... worked with us five years ago.”

A giim look filled Evander’s eyes, and he said solemnly, “So you're saying this has something to do with that woman who went into labor back then?”

“Yes,” answered Sylas. “I ran into that nurse once five years ago, and I still remember what she looks like. That's Eve.”

A hint of surprise replaced the solenmity in Evander’s eyes. If that's true, then that explains why Joel wanted to hit me.

Evander slept with a random woman five years ago. It was an accident, and he would swear his life on it. He had no interest in that woman. All he wanted was to get rid of that baby, so it wouldn't get in the way of his life.

and why she was paid. But then the nurse drove into a river and died in an accident a year before. The cops said there were no signs of drunk driving or suicide. It was still

air itself was filled with the scent of tension. A moment of silence later, Evander said, “Find out the

know has found out what happened five years ago, and I need to know who the enemy is. I've been keeping Floretta safe all these years and don't dare to imagine what would happen if her biological mother's identity were exposed. I'm sorry, Joel. The most I can do is provide recompense. It won't bring your sister

all his fury at Evander and only Evander. Angeline was nothing but a checkpoint for him to get closer to Evander. He

house, he saw a pair of familiar shoes on the shoe rack, and the air was filled with the aroma of home-cooked

to the otherwise cold residence. The frown on Evander’s forehead disappeared, and he

“Oh. you're home,

aloof persona and unbuttoned

Evander didn't refuse the proposal, but ever since Olivine moved in. he almost

Evander. It's almost lunchtime. Go on and

gaze was fixated on the kitchen, and he was upset. She must have heard all the commotion.

staring, and a hint of envy filled her heart, but she kept her smile up as best she could. “We're getting married soon, Evander. You

trying to tell him not to pay other women any heed, for they were going to get married soon. And yet Evander ignored her. Absentmindedly, he said, “You want fruits,

his sleeves up. Then

his indifferent attitude, and now she was surprised that he would go into the kitchen. “Why are you going into the kitchen? The oily stench is going to stick to your