After Shane Sinclair left, the hospital room was silent for a long ti.
Finally, Yara Reagan couldn’t hold it in anymore.
"Are you really planning to be their daughter?" Yara Reagan found it so absurd, "What if they have other intentions or ideas, or what if they’re just deceiving you?"
Evelyn Clayton chuckled softly, "They can’t possibly be selling to The Northfold; as long as I have a life, I have to seize this opportunity."
Upon hearing this, Yara Reagan seed drained of all energy, gazing at Evelyn Clayton, her eyes slightly red.
"You, I know you’re trying to find the person who killed Uncle Clayton, but we can do it too!" Yara Reagan said, becoming sowhat incoherent, "As long as we, if we find the evidence—"
"How do we find it? Where do we look?"
Evelyn Clayton looked at her with a helpless and powerless smile, "The reason I’m lying here this ti is because I went to see Lars Alden, because I learned so things about Morgan Alden from Lars Alden... Yara, I didn’t even et the key witness, and I almost ended up in Hades’ Court."
"Do you think I survived because that person was too careless?"
"No, it’s not that. It’s because he’s warning . He knows too much about , he might have already understood every aspect of , he knows that once I’m dead, Jas Grant won’t spare the person who killed . He also knows that The Ford Family might have already cooperated with , and my death would only infuriate the Ford Family."
Evelyn Clayton finished in one breath, taking a deep breath, "So, his purpose this ti was not to kill at all."
This was the question Evelyn Clayton had just realized.
If the person who hit the car really wanted her dead, they would have acted on the mountain road instead of following her from a not-too-close and not-too-far distance.
The high mountain road was no different from a cliff; if she fell from there, there would be no chance of survival.
But that person did not do so.
So, this ti it wasn’t a murder, nor was it luck saving her, but— the person’s fundantal purpose was to intimidate her.
"He wants to be obedient, telling that the result of opening old cases would be like this, even if he doesn’t want dead, he wants to live a life worse than death."
As Evelyn Clayton finished speaking, a hint of red appeared in her eyes.
The more it was like this, the more she couldn’t admit defeat.
Listening to Evelyn Clayton’s words, Yara Reagan felt a chill down her back.
"Then, then you beca the Sinclair Family’s adopted daughter, what will you say to the outside world?" Yara Reagan looked sowhat sad and at a loss. She pursed her lips, about to cry, "Evelyn, it’s my fault for being useless, unable to help you, and having you serve others..."
Evelyn Clayton’s eyes reddened, squeezing out a bit of a smile, "What serving others, I’m going to enjoy blessings instead. Shane Sinclair actually ntioned it to earlier, as long as I stay in the Sinclair Family, he will give ten percent of The Apex Group’s shares, three hundred million US dollars, and half of the original Sinclair Family’s second daughter’s real estate."
"According to what he said today, those things would be doubled, which would be countless."
She pinched Yara Reagan’s cheek, "See, I’ve crossed class boundaries."
However, as they looked at each other, they couldn’t sincerely smile.
Because they both knew what they truly wanted was never the pie falling from the sky.
What they wanted was sothing real and tangible, earned with their own hands.
Yet fate toyed with them.
Evelyn Clayton knew there was no turning back for her.
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