I Spy With My Secret Eyes

Chapter 196

Oliver pursed his lips and didn’t answer Frederick.

Frederick and his wife clearly wanted money, while Yancy’s illness was just an excuse for them to do so.

“Back then, when Dad was seriously ill and needed money to save his life, who reached out to help us? Amongst Uncle Jason, Aunt Candice, and Uncle Frederick, who really paid attention to me? Especially Uncle Frederick who not only did not lend us any money but also didn’t repay the few thousand dollars he had received from Mom. He even shamelessly asked us why he had to repay them when it was his sister’s money!” Oliver cursed inwardly.

Frederick had been secretly observing Oliver’s expression. If he really wanted to ask Calista for money, he would have to rely on Oliver to provide it. There was no doubt that Oliver was in charge of Calista’s family affairs.

However, Frederick felt quite uncomfortable with Oliver’s expression. He truly regretted that he shouldn’t underestimate the poor, but he did not predict Oliver, whom he thought would never rise to prosperity in his lifetime, would suddenly strike gold and amass a huge fortune.

Lillian was even more dismissive of Oliver and his family than Frederick himself. In the past, she never gave them any respect, freely speaking her mind and often making sarcastic remarks. Thus, she didn’t imagine that Oliver would be so lucky to have become crazily rich. And now, she had to look up at him to notice his

presence.

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now.

As soon as Lillian got out of the elevator, she hurriedly ran to open the door. After that, Lillian respectfully invited Calista inside the house.

Lillian was still quite perceptive. She knew that Oliver was very filial. As long as she managed to appease Calista, Oliver would still show his mother some respect. As soon as Oliver stepped into the house, he caught a whiff of a strong stench of traditional herbal medicine. In the small living room, a woman in her fifties was holding a bowl of traditional medicine concoction, offering it to the little girl sitting on the sofa to drink.,

The girl who looked about eight or nine years old was Yancy Langdon, Frederick’s daughter. Oliver hadn’t seen her for more than a year as he didn’t have much contact with Frederick’s family.

He used to come here a lot when his grandparents were still around. Both his maternal grandparents were very fond of him, and Oliver liked Yancy, who was quirky and mischievous. Yancy, too, was quite close to Oliver as well.

Nevertheless, since their grandparents passed away a few years ago, Frederick and Lillian became particularly snobbish, and the interactions between them naturally

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lessened.

need to drink them so you

woman in her fifties was Melinda Hernandez, Lillian’s mother and Yancy’s maternal grandmother.

lifted her head to look at Calista and Oliver as they entered the house. Her gaze quickly swept over their faces before retracting her attention, telling Melinda in a cold voice, “I’m not drinking it. I’m not sick, so why should I take any medicine? I’ve told you guys, I’m not Yancy. My name is Gianna Walcott. I’m Gianna. Let me go, or I’ll call the cops!”

eight or nine-year-old young girl! It’s clearly the tone of an elderly woman, and the words she used aren’t in the local dialect, but rather a regional dialect from Saspiuburg. What’s

thought crossed Oliver’s mind, he dismissed it immediately as it was an

had delivered, as well as the Saspiuburg dialect she spoke, even

turned to look at

Gianna Walcott, she’s 52 years old this year, and she lives in Saspiuburg. She even claimed to have two sons, the elder one is 32 years old, while the younger

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already heard the explanation from Frederick

to approach Yancy and ask, “Yancy, do you still recognize A-Aunt… Do you still recognize who

would I know who you are?

the more he felt something was amiss. This didn’t seem like an act. He also bent down and got closer to Yancy before asking

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Oliver, your older cousin. Do you still remember me,

recognize you? You’re so funny, young man. My youngest son is already 27 years old, and he’s much older than you. How can you possibly be my older cousin?”

to her own home. We have no choice but to not let her out of the house. If she runs away, where will be find her? At night, Lillian and I take turns keeping an eye on her, afraid that

to Yancy, “Yancy, give me your hand. I’m going to check

I’m not sick, so what’s the point of you checking my pulse? You’re just trying to harm me! Help! Someone

looked at Lillian and