Shane Sinclair spoke vaguely, and Yara Reagan asked bluntly, "So, does your mother suffer from mental illness?"
Shane Sinclair furrowed his brows slightly, seemingly displeased, and Evelyn Clayton gave Yara Reagan a look.
Realizing her slip of the tongue, Yara Reagan apologized awkwardly, "Sorry—"
"It’s fine." Shane Sinclair interrupted Yara Reagan indifferently, "It’s indeed true that my mother has some problems in this regard. It’s an undeniable fact. Ever since my sister passed away, she’s been for many years."
After speaking, Shane Sinclair’s cold gaze swept towards Evelyn Clayton.
"Miss Clayton, the man who came yesterday morning, I know him." Shane Sinclair spoke calmly, "James Grant, the heir of Atlas Group, a prominent figure in Riversend. The bond between you two is not shallow, is it?"
Evelyn Clayton furrowed her brows, not understanding why Shane Sinclair was bringing this up. Newest update provided by novelFɪre.net
Shane Sinclair paced to the sofa and sat down, directly looking at Evelyn Clayton, "I have no intention to pry into your private affairs, but for certain reasons, I did investigate your past with him. Before your incident, you two were in a relationship, although it was never publicly acknowledged."
Evelyn Clayton’s brows furrowed deeper, "What are you trying to say?"
"No offense intended, I’m just saying, after your fallout with him yesterday, have you thought about what awaits you when you return?"
Shane Sinclair leisurely watched Evelyn Clayton, "Your company Gem is currently struggling. On one hand, you have to shoulder the company, and on the other, you have to find the real culprit behind your father’s murder, which must be overwhelming."
Evelyn Clayton’s brow twitched slightly, a bit of fear rising in her heart.
Shane Sinclair knows...
Her expression completely darkened, "Mr. Sinclair, I think these matters are my private business—"
"Indeed." Shane Sinclair interrupted her, a slight impatience flashing across his brows, "I don’t intend to meddle in your personal affairs. I just hope you understand what situation you’ll be facing when you go back now."
"Predictably, you won’t be willing to give up the child in your belly, and of course, you won’t want Director Grant to know you’re pregnant. But your relationship has already broken down, there’s no difficulty imagining how he might deal with you afterwards—men are all competitive by nature."
Yara Reagan sensed the subtle hostility in Shane Sinclair’s words and frowned, coldly saying, "Mr. Sinclair, what exactly are you trying to say?"
"I’m merely suggesting that instead of struggling when you return, why not stay and become the second young lady of the Sinclair Family."
Evelyn Clayton raised her brows high with a mocking sneer, "Mr. Sinclair, have you lost your mind?"
"Certainly not." Shane Sinclair’s expression remained unchanged, "On the contrary, I’m quite clear-headed. As you’ve seen, my mother’s heart and soul are completely attached to you right now. She occasionally misidentifies you as my sister Aaron Sinclair, which sufficiently illustrates the issue."
Yara Reagan couldn’t endure anymore, "You want Evelyn to be your sister’s substitute?"
"Not a substitute, an adopted daughter." Shane Sinclair spread his hands slightly, looking somewhat helpless, "As I mentioned, my mother is not always muddled. There are times when she’s lucid. Fortunately, she likes Miss Clayton very much, otherwise this matter would indeed be difficult."
Evelyn Clayton coldly stared at Shane Sinclair, not speaking for the moment.
Shane Sinclair showed a polite yet distant smile.
"If you’re willing to be an adopted daughter of the Sinclair Family, you’ll still be Evelyn Clayton. You just need to impersonate Aaron when my mother’s consciousness is unclear. During other times, you can still be yourself."
"Of course, this isn’t for nothing. If you agree, the conditions I proposed earlier will be doubled altogether. With the status and wealth of the Sinclair Family, Miss Clayton, what couldn’t you achieve?"