Female Novel
Chapter 523
Chapter 523
Another person said nervously.
Neve's face darkened and she glared at him viciously, "What happened back then? What happened
back then? I'm telling you, all of you, listen up!"
Those of the Evans family were silenced and stared at her in silence.
They used to think that Neve's family would inherit the Evans family! After all, Tiffany was very famous
and relatively better than the children of other families.
They were also used to taking orders from Neve.
Neve said word for word, "Monica's pregnancy was accidental and had nothing to do with all of us. She
was the one who misbehaved!"
"Her expulsion from the Evans family was an order by Charles, and had nothing to do with us."
"If you guys mention anything else about back then, don't blame me for being unkind to you!"
Tiffany pulled Neve's arm and asked her in a small voice, "Mom ... What really happened back then?"
Neve kept a tight face, "Nothing."
What happened back then was a secret! With Sylvia's current status and ability, if she knew about it,
she would definitely retaliate against them fiercely.
Neve let out a long breath, her face softening a bit, "Don't ask too much of it."
Sylvia didn't have to know it either.
If she didn't know, everyone would be safe.
...
In the hotel.
From time to time, Clare took out the ruby he got from the Evans family and looked at it.
Looking at the ruby, it was as if he saw his sister from his childhood.
He must figure out what were Skyla and Tammy up to!
And Sylvia... he vaguely expected Sylvia to be his niece. He doubted the old Evans' words actually.
He wondered if Monica was really the biological daughter of the Evans family.
He also investigated some things about Monica, who he heard was very smart and a talented young
lady of the Evans family, well known home and abroad.
Back then, Monica was the most excellent lady in Larro, and she was always in the limelight.
This was somewhat similar to his sister, the Hipps family was genetically strong and almost every
offspring would have outstanding talent in all areas.
When his sister was just a few years old, she was a great piano player and won a profound award.
And Sylvia was also astoundingly great at playing the piano.
Clare sat on the sofa and kept pondering. He always felt that Sylvia was more a Hipps.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door.
"Come in."
Clare put away the ruby and spoke up.
The door to the room was pushed open and Skyla stepped in with Tammy.
"Clare, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Tammy and I just came back from the restaurant and brought
you a beefsteak and a glass of juice. Do you want to try?"
She looked at Clare with concern, forcing down her own guilt under Clare's bright gaze.
"Thank you." Clare nodded politely and took the beefsteak. He hadn't eaten anything at the auction
room and was indeed a little hungry at the moment.
"You eat first. We're going to our room to rest," Skyla said and turned to leave with Tammy.
Clare, who was eating with his head down, didn't notice the wicked looks that mother and daughter
were giving each other.
After eating, he just felt sleepy, and in a short while, he fell asleep on the couch.
A few minutes later.
Skyla and Tammy entered the room again. Skyla stared at him with malicious eyes, "The medicine Mr.
Wilson gave us really worked. He took it and fell unconscious straight away."
"Mom, are you sure he really brought that thing?" Tammy asked cautiously.
"I have observed that his personal seal is the ruby in his neck. His name is engraved underneath the
ruby."
Skyla said smugly, "Just put his private seal on it and find the official seal and stamp it. And we're
done!"
Even if she and Tammy were kicked out of the Hipps family, they would at least have a large deal of
money to live on.
Stamping Clare's personal seal on top of this document, and then stamping it with the official seal.
Everything was done...
Skyla searched everywhere and finally found the official seal representing the Hipps family inside
Clare's briefcase.
"Mom ... I'm a little nervous."
Tammy held the seal nervously.
Skyla grabbed it, "What are you afraid of? Just stamp the document with it. Do you still want to live a
luxurious life?"
"Once it's stamped. We'll have a large amount of money to spend when the time comes ... We don't
have to rely on the Hipps family."
The more Skyla spoke, the more excited she became. With her head down at the document, she
stamped it with the seal.
When finishing, she carefully wiped the seal and put it back in its place.
Then she grabbed the contract and dragged Tammy out of Clare's room.
In the hospital.
The old Evans finally came to his senses after a day and a night in a coma.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw the ICU covered with tubes and instruments inside.
He thought for a while before he remembered where he was.
It should be a hospital ...
What was he in the hospital for?
He thought for a while longer... The auction, Tiffany ... And Sylvia.
Memories slowly came to his mind.
He was tired and weak there, feeling the pain in his chest from gasping for air.
There was also a stabbing pain in his head, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
Just then, a figure in a sterile white suit stepped into the ward.
"Grandpa."
The woman's voice was faintly cold but mixed with a hint of concern.
"Sylvia..." the old Evans slowly spoke, his voice old and feeble.
"You had cerebral infarction surgery the day before yesterday. You need to stay in ICU for anothernovelbin
day's observation, and if there's nothing wrong, I'll transfer you to a general ward."
Sylvia told the general story, and only then added, "I can't stay here too long, I'll disturb your rest."
The old Evans suddenly reached out, almost with all his strength, and took Sylvia's hand, "Sylvia, you
call me Grandpa now, I am really ... so happy, so happy."
When he finished, he dropped his big, pale, old hand feebly.
Sylvia looked at his pale look and sighed silently.
"Sylvia, I beg you. You must inherit the Evans family. If you don't, I won't be able to rest in peace." The
old Evans' voice was imploring, and he looked at Sylvia eagerly .
"I've been feeling sorry for your mother all my life. It's my fault. Please ... I am begging you!"