Chapter 523

Chapter 523

Another person said nervously.

Neve's face darkened and she glared at him viciously, "What happened

back then? What happened back then? I'm telling you, all of you, listen

up!"

Those of the Evans family were silenced and stared at her in silence.

They used to think that Neve's family would inherit the Evans family!

After all, Tiffany was very famous and relatively better than the children

of other families.

They were also used to taking orders from Neve.

Neve said word for word, "Monica's pregnancy was accidental and had

nothing to do with all of us. She was the one who misbehaved!"

"Her expulsion from the Evans family was an order by Charles, and had

nothing to do with us."

“If you guys mention anything else about back then, don't blame me for

being unkind to you!"

Tiffany pulled Neve's arm and asked her in a small voice, "Mom ...

What really happened back then?"

Neve kept a tight face, "Nothing."

What happened back then was a secret! With Sylvia's current status

and ability, if she knew about it, she would definitely retaliate against

them fiercely.

Neve let out a long breath, her face softening a bit, "Don't ask too much

of it."

Sylvia didn't have to know it either.

If she didn't know, everyone would be safe.

In the hotel.

From time to time, Clare took out the ruby he got from the Evans family

and looked at it.

Looking at the ruby, it was as if he saw his sister from his childhood.

He must figure out what were Skyla and Tammy up to!

And Sylvia... he vaguely expected Sylvia to be his niece. He doubted

the old Evans’ words actually.

He wondered if Monica was really the biological daughter of the Evans

family.

He also investigated some things about Monica, who he heard was

very smart and a talented young lady of the Evans family, well known

home and abroad.

Back then, Monica was the most excellent lady in Larro, and she was

always in the limelight.

This was somewhat similar to his sister, the Hipps family was

genetically strong and almost every offspring would have outstanding

talent in all areas.

When his sister was just a few years old, she was a great piano player

and won a profound award.

And Sylvia was also astoundingly great at playing the piano.

Clare sat on the sofa and kept pondering. He always felt that Sylvia

was more a Hipps.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in."

Clare put away the ruby and spoke up.

The door to the room was pushed open and Skyla stepped in with

Tammy.

"Clare, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Tammy and I just came back

from the restaurant and brought you a beefsteak and a glass of juice.

Do you want to try?"

She looked at Clare with concern, forcing down her own guilt under

Clare's bright gaze.

“Thank you." Clare nodded politely and took the beefsteak. He hadn't

eaten anything at the auction room and was indeed a little hungry at the

moment.

"You eat first. We're going to our room to rest," Skyla said and turned to

leave with Tammy.

Clare, who was eating with his head down, didn't notice the wicked

looks that mother and daughter were giving each other.

After eating, he just felt sleepy, and in a short while, he fell asleep on

the couch.

A few minutes later.

Skyla and Tammy entered the room again. Skyla stared at him with

malicious eyes, "The medicine Mr. Wilson gave us really worked. He

took it and fell unconscious straight away."

"Mom, are you sure he really brought that thing?" Tammy asked

cautiously.

“I have observed that his personal seal is the ruby in his neck. His

name is engraved underneath the ruby.”

Skyla said smugly, "Just put his private seal on it and find the official

seal and stamp it. And we're done!"

Even if she and Tammy were kicked out of the Hipps family, they would

at least have a large deal of money to live on.

Stamping Clare's personal seal on top of this document, and then

stamping it with the official seal.

Everything was done...

Skyla searched everywhere and finally found the official seal

representing the Hipps family inside Clare's briefcase.

"Mom ... I'm a little nervous.”

Tammy held the seal nervously.

Skyla grabbed it, "What are you afraid of? Just stamp the document

with it. Do you still want to live a luxurious life?"

"Once it's stamped. We'll have a large amount of money to spend when

the time comes ... We don't have to rely on the Hipps family.”

The more Skyla spoke, the more excited she became. With her head

down at the document, she stamped it with the seal.

When finishing, she carefully wiped the seal and put it back in its place.

Then she grabbed the contract and dragged Tammy out of Clare's

room.

In the hospital.

The old Evans finally came to his senses after a day and a night in a

coma.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the ICU covered with tubes and

instruments inside.

He thought for a while before he remembered where he was.

It should be a hospital ...

What was he in the hospital for?

He thought for a while longer... The auction, Tiffany ... And Sylvia.

Memories slowly came to his mind.

He was tired and weak there, feeling the pain in his chest from gasping

for air.

There was also a stabbing pain in his head, which made him extremely

uncomfortable.

Just then, a figure in a sterile white suit stepped into the ward.

"Grandpa."

The woman's voice was faintly cold but mixed with a hint of concern.

"Sylvia..." the old Evans slowly spoke, his voice old and feeble.

“You had cerebral infarction surgery the day before yesterday. You

need to stay in ICU for another day's observation, and if there's nothing

wrong, I'll transfer you to a general ward.”

Sylvia told the general story, and only then added, "I can't stay here too

long, I'll disturb your rest.”

The old Evans suddenly reached out, almost with all his strength, and

took Sylvia's hand, "Sylvia, you call me Grandpa now, I am really ... so

happy, so happy."

When he finished, he dropped his big, pale, old hand feebly.

Sylvia looked at his pale look and sighed silently.

"Sylvia, I beg you. You must inherit the Evans family. If you don't, I

won't be able to rest in peace.” The old Evans’ voice was imploring, and

he looked at Sylvia eagerly .

“I've been feeling sorry for your mother all my life. It's my fault. Please

... I am begging you!"