Chapter 432

Chapter 432

Her pretty eyes looked at the man in front of her. The man's lips were

pale. His eyes were staring straight at her, for a long time ...

When everyone thought Donald would not speak, the man's hoarse

voice finally sounded, “I met her once. Is it true that she passed away?"

Judging from Donald's words, Sylvia guessed Donald and her mother

were not in a close relationship.

Sylvia nodded, "She died in a car accident.”

All these years, she felt that her mother did not die and must still be

alive somewhere in this world.

She believed her mother did not come back to her for some reason.

From the information she had got, her mother had been sold and

disappeared.

She must find her mother!

She must figure out what happened back then.

Also, after all these years, was her younger sister dead or alive?

She couldn't believe that two people had suddenly disappeared.

Donald suppressed the excitement in his heart, his hands trembled as

he held the photo and closed his eyes hard.

It was her!

It was really her!

It was that woman!

It was her!

Then this child in front of him was her daughter.

So many years had passed and her child had been a grownup.

And he ... stayed single for her for so many years. His heart welled up

with sorrow and sadness.

Especially after hearing Sylvia said that Monica had passed away, a

dull pain and sadness surged through him.

He could hardly breathe. It hurt! It hurt!

His eyes were scarlet, and the look on his face was extremely

appalling, "Miss ..."

He wanted to say something, but finally said nothing.

He held the picture, on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

That amazing woman still looked the same as the one in his memory.

She was beautiful, elegant, noble and outstanding.

But ... she had left this world. He searched for her for so many years

and waited for her for so many years ... but the ending turned out to be

like this?

Louis observed Donald's expression. He had never seen such an

expression appear on his composed brother's face.

This was simply too strange.

"Donald, what's wrong with you?"

“Nothing, seeing the daughter of my deceased friend made me very

emotional for a moment.” Donald said in a hoarse voice, and then

looked at Brock, "Sir, can I have this picture?"

Brock was a bit reluctant, "Mr. Fox, the woman in this photo was once

my school doctor. She took great care of me, so I have always

treasured this photo."

He then looked at Sylvia, "Miss Andrews, I hurried to Aettosa to confirm

with you that the young girl in this photo is you back then?"

Sylvia nodded, "It's me."

"So ... that's why you came to me? So, you didn't help me for no

reason, did you?"

Sylvia's mind drifted, "Back then ... I collapsed after I found out that my

mother had died, and Otto was not good to me, and it was you who

helped me by sending me food and clothes, for which I was grateful. So

I wanted to pay you back when I could.”

She paused, "Mr. Davila, you are a good person. You should not be

wronged or bullied.”

"Miss Andrews, thank you." Brock was moved when looking at Sylvia.

He really didn't think that his kindness back then would help him out

later.

Franklin was a little upset, "Why do you remember Brock, but not me?"

The memory of Sylvia saving him in the countryside seemed to have

been erased from her mind, and she never remembered it.

This made him very upset.

That was their first encounter. Why did she forget it?

Sylvia shook her head, “I'm not sure. It seems some of my memory

disappeared.”

This thing was too strange.

She had a photographic memory.

Why did she only forget her first encounter with Franklin?

Did she save Franklin's life back then?

She didn't know.

Donald smiled gracefully and looked at Sylvia with kindness and

affection, "Sylvia, if you want, you can call me Uncle Donald.”

Sylvia froze, but quickly responded, "Uncle Donald."

Louis was a little upset, "Sylvia, I am your teacher, but you have not

called me like that."

Obviously, Louis was jealous.

Sylvia glanced at him, "Old Louis, stop it."

"Old? I am in my prime. So many girls are lusting after me and want to

marry me!" Louis snorted.

"Sylvia, in the future, if you have any difficulties and need my help,

remember to look for me, okay?" Donald glanced at the time. He was

the oil tycoon, so his time was precious. He had stayed here and

wasted too much time, "I have things to do. I have to go first."

He could see Brock's reluctance to give away the photo, but he still

wanted it, "I'll take the photo with me. Mr. Davila, you are a director,

right?"

“Yes, my new movie “Top Idol's Trash Picking up' is being screened in H

Rovirsa. Mr. Fox, you can go to the cinema if you are interested.” Brock

looked at the picture with reluctance.

"Mr. Davila, Since you gave me the picture, I should also give you a

gift." Donald smiled, "My assistant will talk to you about it. I'l see you

later.”

After that, Donald and Louis left together.

At this time, Brock did not take Donald's words to heart. Donald was a

world-class bigwig. It was impossible for such a bigwig to send a gift to

a small potato like him. Also, he didn't want to give the photo to Donald,

but Donald still took it with him. What a bossy man!

And he simply did not think that something would happen in the future

to turn his life upside down and help him achieve a dream that all

directors of H Rovirsa wanted to.

In the dark room.

It was dark and damp, without even a hint of light, without windows,

and without any fresh air.

There was only a long closed iron door, and the air smelt bad.

Skyla was holding Tammy, who was shivering with cold, when she

heard Tammy's voice, "Mom, I'm scared.