Evelyn Clayton turned her gaze to the yellow plum tree on the treetop.
"I assu Mr. Sinclair has thoroughly investigated my background and knows everything about , and I have no intention of hiding it," Evelyn slowly spoke, "The reason I agreed to stay with the Sinclair Family was because of their influence."
As she said this, her eyes gradually dimd, "If my suspicion is correct and Arthur Chandler was the culprit behind my father’s murder, then with my own strength, there’s nothing I can do to him. Naturally, I need your help, and if Mr. Sinclair thinks it’s easy, then I suppose I should be happy to have found a strong ally."
Shane Sinclair gazed at her quietly and after a while spoke, "Indeed, Arthur Chandler is powerful, but in Aethelburg, he’s actually not that significant."
"But to , he is an insurmountable mountain," Evelyn’s eyes wandered towards so void, making them appear crystal clear like a glass treasure.
Shane was montarily lost in his thoughts.
He frowned slightly, "Actually, I haven’t deeply investigated your past; it’s out of respect for you — I want to know, how did your father really die?"
"A car accident." Evelyn didn’t hesitate and revealed, "He died in an unexpected car accident. After his death, his heart was taken. I grew up with my mother, always supplying blood to soone I believed had received my father’s heart transplant."
After pausing, Evelyn looked at Shane, her gaze unwavering, "You were the ones who saved , so I assu you are aware that my blood type is very special."
Shane hesitated, then nodded.
"Later, I discovered my father’s heart wasn’t even in that person; it was in another girl about my age whom I don’t know," Evelyn laughed self-deprecatingly, "I was a walking blood bank for her too."
"After discovering this, I kept thinking."
"Why did these people hide it from ? Where did my father’s heart really end up? Is this sothing I’m not supposed to know?"
As Evelyn spoke, she nearly whispered, "Countless nights I woke up startled, countless tis when my drunk mother slapped , I wondered, is all this real or is the abyss I am in just a dream?"
Shane’s breathing gradually slowed, and a peculiar feeling arose in his heart.
It was partly a feeling of guilt for doubting Evelyn, and partly... pity.
He rarely felt these emotions; it was truly unusual.
"I can’t understand it, so I have to find the truth," Evelyn once again looked at Shane, "If in the end, it turns out everything was truly an accident, I will accept it gladly. But even if there’s only a one in a thousand chance my father was murdered, I will never let that person go."
Because letting that person go would be a betrayal of her father and of the years spent struggling under Charlotte Sterling’s cruel hand.
Evelyn could not accept such an outco.
Shane silently exhaled.
"I understand," Shane stood up, staring at Evelyn, "Forgive for what I said earlier. I agree to the conditions you proposed. If you need for anything in the future, you can co to anyti."
Evelyn smiled beautifully.
"Then I’ll thank you in advance, Mr. Sinclair."
Shane also slightly curled his lips.
"Then I’ll wish you, may your dreams co true."
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