After a long silence, Violet Ford sighed almost imperceptibly.
"Violet, I won’t tell Yara what you said. But since you ntioned it, I won’t just let Yara suffer anyone’s disdain—I think it would be more effective for you to talk to Director Ford than to ."
Evelyn Clayton rationally understood Violet’s choices and statents, but emotionally, she would never allow anyone to insult her best friend.
"I think we should leave today’s conversation at this. Once you’ve discussed with Director Ford, it’s not too late to discuss it with then."
She almost firmly bid farewell to Violet.
Violet seed to regret her earlier words and said anxiously, "Evelyn, I was too harsh earlier, I just hope you can understand !"
Evelyn paused slightly but eventually said nothing more and went straight upstairs after entering.
Back ho, watching Franklin Ford’s car drive away, Evelyn called Yara Reagan.
However, the phone rang for a long ti, and Yara did not pick up.
Evelyn pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
She knew that Yara must have felt sowhat upset after hearing what Violet said to Shirley Owens today.
Evelyn didn’t want to disturb her further; her eyes flickered as she pondered another of Violet’s statents—
Sumr Monroe’s background.
Lynn Yates also ntioned Sumr today. Combined with her observations of Harrison Grant and Sumr, Evelyn had two bold guesses in her mind.
Could it be that the man in her mory whom even her father treated with great respect was Sumr’s...
This thought flashed across her mind, and Evelyn shivered involuntarily.
As she was thinking, her phone suddenly rang.
Evelyn looked and saw it was an audio call from Gene Young.
She answered, her voice tense, "Officer Young."
"Miss Clayton, I’ve carefully thought over what you said today," Gene’s tone was solemn. "I must say, I’ve had my suspicions for a while, but I wanted to be sure after listening to you."
Evelyn pressed her lips together, touched by his words, "So, Officer Young..."
"Words are unnecessary, I have an old docunt I found from my father which I’ve photographed and will send to you now."
Gene was succinct and hung up after speaking.
Shortly after, a file appeared in Evelyn’s ssage box, sent by Gene.
She opened it to find that the photograph of the original docunt cover was quite worn and slightly yellowed, indicating its age.
Evelyn reviewed the contents closely, her expression growing more serious with each detail.
To her shock, the docunt listed Sumr Monroe’s birth date and the hospital where she was born.
Evelyn nearly froze, ticulously and cautiously saving the images and noting Sumr’s birthplace.
Only after putting the phone down did she feel a slow wave of excitent coming over her.
The next day, Evelyn announced another day off in the company’s group chat before heading alone to the hospital ntioned in the docunt.
It was an older private facility located in the city’s developnt zone.
Though remote, Evelyn knew it was not accessible to just anyone.
She kept a low profile, waiting in obstetrics.
The hospital wasn’t busy, and it only took twenty minutes for her turn after registering.
With her hat on, she didn’t draw attention, and just as her number was called and she was about to enter, she caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye as she passed a railing.
She stopped slightly, looking down.
Was it really Sumr Monroe?
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