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-ti 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 extrely 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 apartnt, the group had a simple al 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 chid again.
She opened it to see that the previous number had sent a ssage.
With a slight furrow of her brows, Evelyn tapped to check.
The words were simple, just five characters—
"It’s , Yvette Warren."
Evelyn was stunned for a mont.
Before she could recover, the phone rang again.
This ti, the caller seed patient and had no intention of hanging up.
After much consideration, Evelyn cautiously answered.
Yvette Warren’s voice was as it was the first ti Evelyn t 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 et up with you."
Naturally, Evelyn was inclined to refuse.
Leaving aside the fact that there’s no necessity to et 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 et 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 et 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 et you. You can choose whether I co to you or you agree to et."
After saying this, Yvette hung up.
Monts later, the number sent another ssage, indicating the location of a restaurant.
Yvette thoughtfully clarified that it would just be the two of them eting, urging Evelyn not to worry.
Looking at the ssage, Evelyn’s expression grew solemn.
What is Yvette Warren really after?
At this mont, Yara Reagan ca 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 so sleep?"
"Just now, Yvette Warren called . She knows what happened to Sharon."
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