"James Grant has arrived in Aethelburg?"
Inside the villa, Yara Reagan stood up in shock.
Evelyn Clayton remained more composed, calmly stating, "Yes, he’s here. I should have expected it; as soon as there’s even a hint of a sign, James Grant will quickly find his way over." Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovelfire.net
"Then..." Yara looked at Evelyn with uncertainty, seeing her calm demeanor, she slowly sat back down. "What do you plan to do?"
Evelyn stared at a certain void, instinctively responding, "I don’t know."
Yara was momentarily at a loss for words. After a while, she stepped forward and gave Evelyn a hug.
"We’re all here for you." Yara’s voice was low, "Don’t worry."
Evelyn turned to look at her, and after a while, she lifted the corners of her lips and showed a shallow smile, "Okay, I know."
The two of them sat in the living room for a while before each going back to their rooms to sleep.
But Evelyn couldn’t fall asleep no matter how she tried.
She leaned against the headboard, with the bedside lamp on, quietly flipping through ’The Seventh Day.’
She had read this book many times.
It was during the time right after she had given birth to Sharon.
During that time, Evelyn uncontrollably suffered from postpartum depression, having nightmares night after night, crying, and shutting herself in her own world.
She was even unable to nurse her child.
Until Yara got in contact with her again, came to her side, and accompanied her through those difficult days.
Yara said that everything is moving forward, that she had already escaped from that deep pit.
Indeed, she had clearly escaped.
After who knows how long, Evelyn closed the book, finally feeling a bit sleepy.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.
A small figure walked in.
Evelyn was slightly startled. She looked closely and quickly got out of bed.
"Sharon, why are you here?"
Evelyn went over and saw that Sharon was holding her own strawberry bear. She bent down and lifted Sharon onto the bed.
"Mommy..." Sharon rubbed her eyes. It looked like she had come to find her right after waking up. "Why haven’t you slept yet?"
Evelyn rubbed against Sharon’s little face, avoiding the topic, "If I fall asleep, wouldn’t I not be able to hold you?"
Sharon nestled in her embrace, raising her big eyes to quietly look at Evelyn for a while.
Evelyn instinctively felt that Sharon’s emotions were not right, so she softly asked, "What’s wrong, baby? Are you unhappy? Did you have a nightmare?"
Sharon had always been more mature than children her age.
But her maturity didn’t manifest in how smart she was, but in her emotions.
Most of the time Sharon’s emotions were stable. She could even stabilize adults’ emotions, when adults were sad, she would act cute and playful to cheer them up.
When adults were happy, she would be even happier, making her seem very supportive.
Even when she was very young, Sharon rarely cried.
Evelyn almost never saw Sharon cry loudly and fiercely.
"Mommy, I heard the nanny say that my dad isn’t Samuel Quinn, and my real dad is coming back. Is that true?" Sharon said, looking at Evelyn with confusion.
Evelyn’s throat tightened, and a certain anger bubbled up inside her uncontrollably.
Which nanny told Sharon this?
Thinking about who sent Sharon home today, Evelyn felt even more annoyed.
The nanny had been looking after Sharon almost since she was born, usually treating Sharon like her own daughter, how could she gossip ?
As if noticing that Evelyn was angry, Sharon gently pinched Evelyn’s nightdress collar and shook it.
"Mommy, it wasn’t the nanny who told me first, I asked her."