Evelyn Clayton looked at Yara Reagan, "I just haven’t figured it out yet, if Sharon really studies in Vesseria, who will accompany and take care of her?"
"Aren’t there many schools now that offer full-time boarding? It shouldn’t be hard to find in Vesseria," Yara Reagan pondered, "Besides, Sharon is quite independent, and those primary schools in Vesseria should take good care of students and regularly update the parents, right? Besides, traveling from Aethelburg to Vesseria and back only takes a day and a night."
This suggestion made Evelyn Clayton extremely tempted.
However, Iris Lockwood hesitated, "I don’t think it’s a good idea. Even if we find a prestigious primary school and hire ten housekeepers for Sharon, she would still feel sad without her family and mother nearby."
Yara Reagan felt a pang of empathy, "Iris has a point. Never mind, Evelyn, you decide on this matter; after all, there are solutions, and there are plenty of good schools in Aethelburg as well."
Evelyn Clayton nodded slightly, temporarily putting this idea on hold.
Back at the city apartment, the group had a simple meal and then started feeling a bit sleepy.
As they were preparing to sleep, Evelyn Clayton suddenly received a call from an unfamiliar number.
She glanced at it and instinctively wanted to hang up.
However, the other side quickly hung up first.
Just as Evelyn thought they had dialed the wrong number, her phone chimed again.
She opened it to see that the previous number had sent a message.
With a slight furrow of her brows, Evelyn tapped to check.
The words were simple, just five characters—
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Evelyn was stunned for a moment.
Before she could recover, the phone rang again.
This time, the caller seemed patient and had no intention of hanging up.
After much consideration, Evelyn cautiously answered.
Yvette Warren’s voice was as it was the first time Evelyn met her years ago—cool, distant, slightly raspy, possessing a certain allure yet evoking an indescribable caution.
Evelyn pursed her lips, ultimately unsure how to address Yvette, and could only vaguely ask, "What do you want?"
"Are you free in the next few days? I’d like to meet up with you."
Naturally, Evelyn was inclined to refuse.
Leaving aside the fact that there’s no necessity to meet Yvette, just taking care of Sharon was enough to keep her occupied.
However, before Evelyn could speak, Yvette spoke again.
"How about the day after tomorrow? I think by then your daughter will be awake, and you should be free to meet up."
Although her tone was indifferent, it sent a chill down Evelyn’s spine.
How did she know about Sharon—
Evelyn’s hand clenched slightly as she said in a low voice, "I haven’t agreed to meet you."
There was a long pause, and then Yvette said coldly, "I’m your mother’s eldest sister. Even if you refuse, I’ll find a way to meet you. You can choose whether I come to you or you agree to meet."
After saying this, Yvette hung up.
Moments later, the number sent another message, indicating the location of a restaurant.
Yvette thoughtfully clarified that it would just be the two of them meeting, urging Evelyn not to worry.
Looking at the message, Evelyn’s expression grew solemn.
What is Yvette Warren really after?
At this moment, Yara Reagan came out after a shower and saw Evelyn in the living room, frowning with a somber expression, and asked curiously, "Evelyn, aren’t you going to wash up and get some sleep?"
"Just now, Yvette Warren called me. She knows what happened to Sharon."