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.

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

itself was filled with the scent of tension. A moment of silence later, Evander said, “Find out the real reason Eve died

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

Evander and only Evander. Angeline was nothing but a checkpoint for him

and entered the residence. Once inside the house, he saw a pair of familiar shoes on the shoe rack, and

the kitchen, lending a hint of warmth to the otherwise cold residence.

lounge, watching some TV. “Oh. you're home,

Evander resumed his aloof persona

closer to Evander since the wedding was drawing nearer. Evander didn't refuse the proposal, but

to him. “Just in time, Evander. It's almost lunchtime. Go on and take a shower. I picked up

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

could. “We're getting married soon, Evander. You really don't have

married soon. And yet Evander ignored her. Absentmindedly, he said,

held his impatience down and rolled his sleeves up. Then Evander headed straight to the

into the kitchen. “Why are you going into