The torrential rain kept pouring down, soaking Ronan Keating thoroughly, yet he seemed unaware.
He arrived in front of a villa where Eleanor Sterling and Alaric Faulkner were staying temporarily, Yvette Ray certainly was there too.
He rang the doorbell and Eleanor Sterling’s figure appeared behind the door. Wearing home loungewear, her expression was cold and distant, "Mr. Keating, what brings you here so late?"
"Yvette Ray, I’m looking for Yvette Ray." Ronan Keating’s lips were pale, his eyes filled with pain. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NoveIＦire.net
After speaking, Eleanor Sterling slammed the door shut.
Looking at the tightly closed door, Ronan Keating’s stance was rigid.
Impossible! She must be inside; Yvette has nowhere else to go, she could only be at Eleanor’s place.
Ronan Keating stepped back a few paces, standing amidst the curtain of rain.
His heart was full of regret, yet still couldn’t bring Moira Ray back to life.
Actually, he should blame himself more; because of his misunderstanding, Yvette suffered so much.
Numerous times he could have found out the truth, but he was blinded, letting Claire Truman do so many things.
Moira Ray was his daughter; she was so innocent, only blocking Claire Truman’s path, she faced such a fatal blow from her.
Without a daughter, how will Yvette live on?
Inside the villa, Alaric Faulkner walked over to Eleanor Sterling and asked, "It’s raining outside, and he’s still out there."
Upon hearing this, Eleanor Sterling huffed disdainfully, "What? Are you feeling sorry for him?"
Certainly, can men only empathize with men? Seeing Ronan Keating , did Alaric Faulkner feel pity for him?
Eleanor Sterling had an expression as if she would not spare him if he dared to answer affirmatively.
Alaric Faulkner sneered; was he that familiar with Ronan Keating?
"No sympathy, someone like him has to kneel before Yvette and apologize." Alaric Faulkner followed Eleanor Sterling’s words, making her feel satisfied.
She pinched his handsome face, praising him, "Smart move, this is a negative example, learn not to be like him, alright? I’m not like Yvette, I’d ruin you."
Alaric Faulkner nodded obediently, "Alright."
Yvette was upstairs, already asleep, with the two children beside her, sleeping together to give her a sense of security.
Previously Eleanor Sterling explained to her about Moira Ray not being dead. After showing her the photos, she began to fully believe her.
Having undergone such a shock and fright, Eleanor Sterling administered acupuncture to her, allowing her to rest peacefully and sleep well.
Alaric Faulkner stepped forward and embraced Eleanor Sterling, speaking gently, "Enough, don’t worry too much. Fate is destined by heaven; being anxious won’t help."
Eleanor Sterling pursed her lips, agreeing that Alaric Faulkner was right.
Previously she had tried everything to prevent it, yet Yvette remained entangled with Ronan Keating. Now that Ronan Keating knew the truth, their previous entanglement was unlikely to be broken.
She sighed softly, "Indeed, but I still don’t want Ronan Keating clinging to Yvette, I’ll send her away tomorrow."
Eleanor Sterling looked at Alaric Faulkner, unceremoniously saying, "Borrow your private air route."
Alaric Faulkner chuckled softly, "There’s a price for getting my help."
Realizing the implication in his words, Eleanor Sterling rolled her eyes at him, "What are you thinking? Yvette’s here, the kids are here too; I can’t afford to embarrass myself!"
Alaric Faulkner had an innocent look, "I wasn’t talking about now; didn’t expect Eleanor to be so impatient."
Being teased by Alaric Faulkner, Eleanor Sterling punched him fiercely.
You bastard, go to hell for teasing me.