Chapter 201

Sylvia arched her eyebrows.

The Evans family was much more powerful than the Andrews family.

They had nothing in common.

Moreover, Otto was not a smart businessman and his company hadn't

been very famous in the industry.

Otto had been managing his company in another city and had just

moved here recently.

However, the Evans family had a long history, although it had gone a bit

down-and-out in recent years, it was still much bigger and more

powerful than the Andrews family.

Therefore, Sylvia was a bit surprised that the old Evans would suddenly

ask about her father.

“Yes, my father's last name is Andrews," Sylvia answered.

All of a sudden, the old Evans became excited. "Is your mother's

name..."

"Dr. Sylvia," just then, a woman's voice sounded from behind Sylvia.

Sylvia looked back and saw the wife of a worker she had saved before.

It was Cara.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Evans. I am afraid I need to leave now." After saying that,

Sylvia walked towards Cara.

Cara's husband had been discharged from the hospital.

Why did she come here?

Staring at her receding back, the old Evans squinted his eyes. She

looked so much like Monica.

He had to figure out who Sylvia really was.

"Mylo, Monica has severed the ties with us for years. She has

abandoned you as her father. Why did you ask about her?" Naturally,

Neve did not want another person to come back and fight for the Evans

family properties with her.

The old Evans’ attitude towards Sylvia just now had alerted her.

She admitted that Sylvia did look like Monica. But did it mean she was

an Evans?

"Neve's right. Dad, Monica has always been a stubborn person, maybe

she's still resenting you. You have loved her the most since we were

children. How ungrateful she is." Eddie, Tiffany's uncle, said.

"Shut up!" The old Evans said in a low voice and then coughed.

The coughing didn't stop until a while later. The old Evans slowly said,

"No matter what, she's your sister. If I could find her, I would make it up

to her. I owe it to her all these years."

Tiffany was confused. What were they talking about? Did it mean Sylvia

was her sister?

How could it be? No, it was impossible.

Even if it was true, she would definitely stop Sylvia from stepping into

the Evans family.

Sylvia glanced at Cara and felt strange. "Cara. Why are you here? Is

there something wrong with your husband?"

Cara shook her head and looked around. After a while of hesitation,

she said to Sylvia, "May I speak to you alone?"

Sylvia smiled, "Of course. Follow me."

Following Sylvia, Cara walked to her office.

If it weren't for Sylvia, who did the operation for her husband, her

husband might have become disabled by now.

Therefore, she had been feeling grateful for Sylvia.

In the large office, there were only two of them.

Sylvia poured a glass of water for Cara. "Cara, what do you want to say

to me?"

Cara sat down on the couch and looked at Sylvia with a timid look. She

took out a photo from her worn purse. "I found it from an old album in

my house. When I first saw you, I felt you were familiar. After getting

home, I tried to memorize it and found that you look like a woman

whom an old man in my village bought over ten years ago."

"What did you say?" Sylvia looked at the photo in Cara's hands in

shock.

Because it had been years since the photo was taken, the photo had

yellowed.

But one could still see the women's faces in the photo clearly.

“You can take a look at the woman in the photo.” Cara handed Sylvia

the photo.

Sylvia took it over and observed the women in the photo.

The photo was old and yellow. There were seven women in it.

Sylvia recognized the woman in the middle at a glance. It was her

mother, Monica Evans!

Her eyes widened and her face turned pale. She looked at Monica in

the photo with disbelief.

She looked thin in the photo. It seemed that she had been poorly fed.

She looked haggard and completely different from the women around

her, who were all wearing smiles.

But because of her delicate features, she still looked beautiful.

Sylvia's heart raced in her chest.

"How did you get the photo? How is the woman in the photo now?

Where is she? Is she still in your village?" Sylvia couldn't control her

excitement anymore.

It was her mother. She couldn't be wrong!

"Dr. Sylvia, this photo was taken the year when I got married. It had

been over ten years since it was taken and the woman in it is long

gone." Cara shook her head.

"She's gone? Do you mean she has passed away?" Sylvia kept asking.

All her excitement and hope were gone at that moment.

"No. She didn't pass away, she just disappeared one day. The old man

said she had been bought by someone else." Cara continued, "But Dr.

Sylvia, who is she?"

"She might be my mother." Sylvia's eyes turned red as she took a deep

breath. "Cara, can you tell me which year it was when she

disappeared?"

Cara thought for a while and said, "It had been over ten years... I think

it was 13 years ago. I had just gotten married that year. Yes, it was 13

years ago."

Sylvia was 9 years old 13 years ago.

She remembered clearly that her mother died in a car accident when

she was eight.

Did it mean her mother survived the car accident and ended up in the

village?

What was the truth?

Sylvia's mind was in a mess.

She couldn't figure out what had happened.

Was her mother alive or dead now?

Did someone buy her from an old man? Who could it be?

She felt a headache.

It was as if someone was slowly showing her the truth of everything

that had happened.

Her mother survived the car accident and was sold to some other guy...

Sylvia needed some time to think about it.

The sky turned dark.

A white Land Rover drove into a remote village.

It was dinnertime.

Cara got out of the car and said to Sylvia, "Dr. Sylvia, the old man, lives

in the depths of the village. Just keep going and you will see his

house."

She needed to get home before her mother-in-law got mad at her.

She told Sylvia about it because she thought Sylvia was a kind person.

“Thank you, Cara," Sylvia said with gratitude. The road was too narrow

for the car to keep going in.

Sylvia parked the car and walked toward the depth of the village.