Regrt 230

Chapter 230

Upon hearing this, my tense nerves gradually relaxed!

Aunt Laura was right.

If it’s not biological, who could do such a thing?

I helped Aunt Laura lie down on the bed, bent over to tuck her in. “How have you been feeling these days? Are you getting better?”

“Much better. The doctor said after another round of chemotherapy, I can focus on recuperating.”

“That’s good.”

As I straightened up, Aunt Laura grabbed the silver pendant that had slipped out of my collar, carefully placed it back, and said, “Keep this silver pendant close to you. Don’t let others see it.”

I was slightly taken aback. “Why?”

Why would a piece of jewelry seem so secretive?

Aunt Laura’s eyes flashed as she explained, “It’s… very valuable. I’m afraid it might attract ill- intentioned people.”

“Alright, I understand.”

The color of this silver pendant was even more elusive than the two jade ornaments grandpa had prepared for the children.

F could understand Aunt’s concern.

I called Mr. White in and introduced, “Aunt, this is Mr. White. He will handle your divorce.”

“Ms. Wilson, hello. Charlotte has briefed me on your situation earlier. I may need to discuss the specifics with you.” Mr. White got straight to the point.

Aunt Laura seemed uneasy. “Hello… you’re obviously a great lawyer. How do you charge?”

“Don’t worry. Charlotte and I are friends. This is just a small case for me. I’ll handle it free of charge.”

This was something I had already discussed with him to alleviate Aunt Laura’s concerns.

Aunt Laura looked at me and relaxed when she saw me nod.

There was nothing left for me to worry about.

Leaving the ward, I subconsciously looked outside, wanting to find Bob, but found it empty.

He was gone.

I thought of what he had said, and still felt uneasy.

Back home, I was absent–minded all afternoon.

When people were angered they would either use nasty words or speak the truth.

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However, as Aunt Laura had said, my parents had been too good to me.

How could I not be their biological child?

But in the next moment, I thought of Mrs. Shaw, and how she protected and cherished Bethany…

She was treating Bethany just like how she would treat her biological daughter.

In my mind, two voices were arguing–one saying yes, the other saying no.

In the end, I couldn’t resist calling Bob. “Do you have time now? I have something to ask you.”

After what happened in the afternoon, I thought he would angrily curse at me, but unexpectedly, he readily agreed, “You want to ask about your background, right? It’s not something to discuss over the phone. Let’s talk in person.”

He mentioned “my background“.

My heart skipped a beat, feeling a sense of suspense hanging in the air. I agreed immediately, “Sure,

now?”

“I’m not free now. How about seven o’clock in the evening…?” He paused, perhaps speaking to someone else, then continued, “Beside the Star Club, there’s a cafe.”

A cafe.

For others, meeting at a cafe was nothing special, but he was a gambler.

I was a little puzzled, so I asked, “Cafe?”

He cleared his throat impatiently. “Yes, whether you come or not, it’s up to you. I won’t wait forever. It’s a busy place. Are you afraid I’ll do something to you?”

“I’ll come.”

This matter was something I definitely couldn’t find out from Aunt Laura.

I had to talk to Bob.

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