Evelyn’s eyes showed confusion, "Isn’t the Yates Family supposed to have only Director Yates and Clara Yates as daughters?"
Could it be that the inheritance would not go to Lynn Yates, but to Clara Yates or someone else?
"Director Yates has many illegitimate children outside..." Aunt Liu’s voice lowered slightly, with a sigh, "Our Director Yates is a girl. If she hadn’t been capable on her own, always excellent and promising since childhood, Director Yates might not have valued her so much."
Evelyn understood, and after a few seconds of silence, she glanced in the direction of the door.
"We should leave." Evelyn said softly, "Now I know Director Yates is wholeheartedly helping me, and when I get out of here, I will properly thank Director Yates."
Aunt Liu nodded silently, her eyes filled with complexity, seemingly mixed with some pity for Evelyn.
Evelyn pretended not to see and went straight out the door.
Returning to the bedroom, Evelyn washed up and went to bed.
In the darkness, she stared at the ceiling wide awake, unable to feel sleepy for a long time.
Now, she had done everything she needed to do, just waiting for the right moment...
After confirming Evelyn was pregnant, Aunt Liu paid even more attention to cooking and secretly obtained some folic acid for Evelyn to take.
In her heart, Evelyn was very grateful but couldn’t show it.
For the past few days, James Grant hardly came back, only appearing at mealtime to eat with Evelyn and then leaving.
Evelyn didn’t know what he was busy with, and she wasn’t interested in knowing.
She went downstairs every day to paint, then took the opportunity to move her easel back to the third-floor storeroom and chat with Aunt Liu for a few words.
On the third evening, James Grant returned.
He looked very tired, but there was a smile at the corners of his eyes and mouth.
Evelyn noticed James was in a good mood, different from any time before, even more so than during the time they were together in the past.
Evelyn couldn’t help but ask him what made him so happy.
James looked at Evelyn with burning eyes, and after a moment, stepped forward to hug her.
James’s deep voice sounded by her ear, full of irrepressible joy, "Evelyn, I’ve found your mother."
Evelyn’s eyes widened abruptly.
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"I said, I’ve found your mom." James was still immersed in inexplicable joy, "It’s Charlotte Sterling! She’s not dead, just smuggled abroad, and I’ve had her brought back. She’s on her way. Later, Yara Reagan will bring her over. I asked her to come see you, she can stay for a few days to be with you."
Evelyn could hardly believe her ears.
She completely ignored the fact that Yara Reagan would come over. After a while, she suddenly laughed, "James, what are you talking about? Are you crazy?"
James had been busy for a few days, just to deal with this?
"I’m not crazy." Seeing the strange look in Evelyn’s eyes, James’s enthusiasm dampened a bit, "Evelyn, don’t you miss your biological mother at all?"
Evelyn couldn’t stop trembling, taking steps back, "James, what do you mean?"
James saw the resistance and indifference in Evelyn’s eyes, the same as when they met again at Gene Young’s place.
"I know, I know Charlotte Sterling hurt you before." James’s tone was soothing, "But Evelyn, she is, after all, the mother who gave birth to and raised you. You are family bound by blood that can’t be severed. Wouldn’t it be good to give her a chance, to forgive her?"