Chapter 1193 Trade the secret for another one (2)
James furrowed his brow and agreed, âGo ahead.â
Carol spoke slowly, âYour father didnât commit suicide, and your older brother also died from taking the wrong medicine. Thatâs all I know. I believe with your abilities, you should be able to uncover the truth.â
After Carol finished speaking, she hung up the phone. James stared at the black screen, lost in thought.
Gloria killed his own mother, but kept James by her side to torture him and get revenge on his fatherâ¦
Jamesâs father, upon learning of Ashleyâs death, died in the fire while trying to save others. Gloria risked his own life to rescue people.
No matter how he thought about it, James couldnât believe that Gloria would go save his father. At most, she would save his older brother. But Gloria never denied itâ¦
Could his fatherâs death be related to Gloria? And what about his older brotherâ¦
He suddenly remembered that Emily had once said that she was the only one who knew the truth about his older brotherâs death.
Trade the secret for another o⦠Illegitimate child, cousin, father and older brotherâs deaths, all of these things piled up and gave him a headache.
He raised his slender fingers and pressed them against his temples, rubbing hard, but the pain wouldnât go awayâ¦
The doctor warned him that his brain disease could easily recur and that he should not overwork himself, but now he is exhausted.
He slumped in his chair, staring at the dusty drawer for a long time before suddenly opening it and taking out a box of cigarettesâ¦
Upon waking up, Amelia instinctively reached out to hug James, but found nothing there. She ran her fingers over the soft bedsheet, feeling the coldness.
She opened her eyes and didnât see James. She quickly turned on the bedside lamp and checked the time. It was four in the morning and he hadnât come back to rest.
Amelia got out of bed and searched upstairs and downstairs, but couldnât find him. Finally, she found him sitting on a wooden chair in the garden.
As far as she knew, he had quit smoking a long time ago. But at this moment, the man sitting in the flower garden was holding a slender cigarette between his long fingers.
Amidst the swirling smoke, a half-lit face appeared, like an eagle Trade the secret for another o⦠3/3 lurking in the darkness, emitting an aura that made people afraid to approach.
Amelia didnât go over to disturb him, but stood silently in the distance, keeping him companyâ¦