My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols

Chapter 198 Alston’s Revenge

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“Grand… Grandma… Why are you here?” Cynthia was stuttering while speaking. She and Lorenz looked at each other and found their eyes were full of panic.

“When did she come here? How much did she hear? Did she know the news of my mother’s death?” Cynthia kept asking in her heart.

Old Mrs. Green smiled and took Cynthia’s hand. “I was looking for you two. Why are you hiding here? Come to eat soon. I asked the servants to make a lot of meals, all of which you like to eat.”

After speaking, she pulled Cynthia to the living room.

Seeing that Old Mrs. Green had no abnormal expression, Lorenz heaved a sigh of relief. Old Mrs. Green seemed not to hear what Lorenz and Cynthia had said.

Cynthia looked back at Lorenz while walking towards the living room. Seeing Lorenz waving at her, she frowned and didn’t feel relaxed.

They were both lost in their thoughts and didn’t notice Old Mrs. Green’s eyes were red, and her empty hand kept shaking.

The meal was enjoyable. After that, considering Cynthia, Lorenz, and the babies had traveled on for a whole day, Old Mrs. Green asked to rest.

Cynthia lived in Lynn’s room. It could tell from the spotlessness of the room that it was often cleaned and tidied up. It was a large, pink, dreamlike room with a big–size princess bed decorated with a fantastic gauze curtain on which many dolls lay.

Cynthia looked around quietly, and Mrs. Green brought some daily necessities and said, “Lynn used to live here. Since she left, it has been cleaned every day. The arrangement of the room is the same as before. It hasn’t changed for twenty years.”

Cynthia’s throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing her look, Mrs. Green held her in her arms and comforted her in a gentle voice. “It’s okay, my good girl. Lynn has suffered so much for so many years and is finally free. We who are still alive can’t be so far gone in sadness forever. We must look forward. You are her only daughter. You must go on with life and see more of the world for your mother.”

Her embrace was so warm that Cynthia rubbed it greedily. She said in a choked voice, “I see!”

Old Mrs. Green slowly returned to her room, and the smile on her face had disappeared. She sat in front of the vanity mirror, looking ten years older in an instant, and the tears she had been holding back flowed down her face.

the family photo on the desk, in which Lynn was only eighteen years old, standing beside her with a gentle, pleasant smile. Seeing her smile, Old Mrs. Green seemed to hear her crisp voice calling

well–behaved daughter. Why did she leave? How much did she suffer? She died before us.” Old

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her crying would be heard, so she covered her mouth. But she was so painful that she couldn’t

storage room. It was made by Lynn and me. When Cynthia wakes up

finish speaking, he saw Old Mrs. Green lying on the desk in front of the vanity mirror, trembling from crying, with tears all over her face. He was terrified and at a loss. “Dear, what’s wrong with you? Why are you crying? Is it because you are so excited to

was full of sadness. “Lynn has died… Cynthia came here this time to deliver

short, and the kite in his hand fell to the ground with a snap. The kite

is it possible?”

should have arrived in Coast City by this time and met the people of

the office with a sullen face, constantly looking at his watch and

filled with joy. He rushed over to pick up the phone. Before he saw the number, he answered the phone, and his voice was full of

when he heard this and

is clamoring to

was not

became colder. “I’ll go over. You guys continue

and he needed an opportunity to vent. Alex is

from the last time. He could hear Alex’s arrogant scolding as

and walked in.

saw Alston and hurriedly invited him in. When Alston entered, he saw Alex being guarded by two

people to guard him. Then even if Alex dared to make trouble,

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to rush over,

and looked at him. “What’s going on?”

asked, Alex wanted to break free from the bodyguards. But after struggling for a long time, he couldn’t. Then he could only be pressed forcibly and begged Alston, “Mr. Smith, this time I agree to donate a kidney and follow you here. When the time for the operation was set, the patient committed suicide. So it wasn’t my

at Alston tentatively and

didn’t find it strange. “Indeed,

his gratitude loudly, “Mr. Smith, you are such a

gotten free food and drink in the villa for a few days. He had someone to serve him and didn’t have to cut his kidney. This kind of life was enjoyable, but according to his brain and the experience