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.

bribed. Joel should know what happened 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

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

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

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

that little problem out of the way, Evander got out of his car and entered the residence. Once inside the house, he saw a pair of familiar shoes on the shoe rack, and the air was filled

the kitchen, lending a hint of warmth to the otherwise cold residence. The frown on Evander’s forehead disappeared, and he felt a surge of warmth enveloping

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

Evander resumed his aloof persona

with Valerie. She said she needed to get closer to Evander since the wedding was drawing nearer. Evander didn't refuse the proposal, but ever

from the couch and trotted over to him. “Just in time, Evander. It's almost lunchtime. Go on and take a shower. I picked up a little trick up from a masseuse.

thanks.” Evander didn't even look at her. His gaze was fixated on the kitchen, and

her heart, but she kept her smile up as best she could.

heed, for they were going to get married soon. And yet Evander ignored her. Absentmindedly, he said,

rolled his sleeves up. Then Evander headed straight to

surprised that he would go into the kitchen. “Why are you going into the kitchen? The oily stench is going to