CHAPTER 394 YOU'VE MET YOUR MOTHER

And how did the person know that she was not the daughter of the Frey family?

With these doubts, she felt worried and lost.

"I hope it's someone other than the Taylors or the Conrads..." Yvonne muttered while holding her phone tightly, i

She would rather hear it from the Taylors or the Conrads. At least she knew they were causing trouble intentionally.

But if it was someone else and not them, she wouldn't know what to do.

She was too tired to deal with both the Taylor family and Conrad family, so she hoped that there was no other hidden or unknown enemy.

Yvonne sighed lightly while putting down her phone and rubbed her temple. Then, she began to think about the news that Jason Frey had just revealed.

Jason Frey said that she was adopted, but where did the Frey family adopt her?

The orphanage?

Did her biological parents abandon her and give her to the Frey family?

Thinking of this, Yvonne's heart sank and her face

became pale.

After all, no one would want their biological parents to give them away!

But these were just her guesses. Whether she was given to the Frey family or if there were other reasons, it remained to be ascertained.

The key was the Frey couple. They definitely knew who her biological parents were!

"Phew..." Yvonne clenched her palms and took a deep breath. Then, she sorted her cluttered mind and took out a pen and paper from the drawer under the coffee table to write a note for Elliot. After that, she picked u p her bag and went out to buy two sets of clothes for the Frey couple. 1

After all, she hadn't completely severed the connection with the Frey family. Legally speaking, they were still her parents, so she should express her gratitude on their birthdays and get them clothes.

She planned to head back to the Frey family tomorrow with the birthday celebration as an excuse so she could ask who her biological parents were! 2

It didn’t matter that her biological parents didn't raise her. She had the right to know who they were.

It was six o'clock in the evening when she bought the clothes.

The sky was completely dark when she was back at the apartment.

She placed the paper bag that she was holding on the shoe rack and switched on the light. Then, she looked into the living room while changing her shoes.

The living room was quiet as there was no one. Even the note that she left on the coffee table was still there, pressed by a glass. No one picked it up to read.

With this, she knew that Elliot had not been awake since she left.

She didn’t want to disturb him either. She stood in front of his door, then opened the door and took a look. After seeing that he was sleeping soundly, she went to her room to wash up.

The next day, Yvonne woke up early in the morning.

She cleaned herself up and walked out of her bedroom yawning. When she saw the man sitting on the sofa, she choked on her saliva. "When did you arrive?”

Henry put down the magazine in his hand and looked at her. "Half an hour ago."

"Half an hour ago?" Yvonne quickly turned her head to look at the clock on the wall. It was only eight o’clock, which meant he was here at half-past seven.

"So you came very early,” Yvonne smiled.

Henry raised his chin elegantly. "Well, the sun is up earlier today.”

Yvonne hummed vaguely and took her mobile phone out from the pocket. "Have you had breakfast? If you

haven’t, I'll order for you as well."

"No, I've asked someone to get it. It shall..."

Ding dong!

The crisp doorbell interrupted Henry at the same time.

Henry's face turned dark. Looking at him in this way, Yvonne couldn't control herself and let out a stifled laugh. "Pfft.. I'll get the door."

She put her mobile phone away and quickly walked to the door.

Two minutes later, she returned with a big bag.

She didn't know whether to cry or laugh when she saw that the man was still angry. She said, "Alright, stop being angry. You just got interrupted-it’s not like it never happened before. See if Elliot's awake and wake him up if he's still asleep. He’s been sleeping since yesterday in the afternoon and it's been too long. It won’t be good for his health if he sleeps longer."

"Okay!" Henry pursed his thin lips, got up, and walked t o Elliot's room. holds this content.

After a while, he returned.

Yvonne put down the cutlery and looked at him. "How is it? Is he awake?”

"Yeah, he’s brushing his teeth,” Henry replied lightly a s he pulled a chair over and sat down.

Yvonne glanced at Elliot's room, then retracted her gaze and handed a set of cutlery to Henry. "You're

here this early just to have a good talk with him, right?"

Henry nodded. "Yup."

"Did he agree to talk to you?" Yvonne asked.

Henry took a sip of the soup. "He has no choice. He can't avoid this forever."

"That’s true. I’m just worried that you'll push him too hard..." Yvonne sighed.

Henry lowered his eyes. "Don’t worry, I know what to d o."

"Well, I won’t ask anymore since you've decided. But did you manage to find Shaw Taylor and the rest yesterday?" Yvonne looked at the man's eyes.

The man held the spoon tightly. "No, he had escaped when we reached the place."

"I knew it." Yvonne spread her arms and wasn’t surprised by the outcome.

She had guessed that he would waste a trip yesterday.

"You'll need Elliot to find Shaw Taylor," Yvonne said while looking at Elliot who just came out of his room.

Henry followed her gaze and turned his head. When h e saw Elliot, he parted his thin lips to greet him," You're here?"

Elliot pretended not to hear him, but raised his eyelids and didn't respond.

Henry’s face turned dark and he was a little unhappy.

Yvonne felt the tense atmosphere between them. She quickly coughed and smiled to ease the tension, "Um... Elliot, come over for breakfast."

She waved at Elliot.

Elliot smiled at her and walked to the dining table.

Yvonne got up and pulled up a chair for him.

However, after Elliot glanced at Henry who was sitting next to the chair, he refused to sit on the chair Yvonne pulled for him. Instead, he walked to the other side of the table and sat down. He stayed away as if Henry was some kind of virus.

Henry could tell that Elliot didn’t want to be next to him and his face suddenly sank. After a cold snort, he picked up his cutlery and began eating.

At the other side of the table, Elliot behaved the same way. He ate his breakfast and ignored the others without talking.

The two of them made the atmosphere extremely stiff. Yvonne rubbed her temples and felt that her efforts to loosen the tension was wasted.

She deliberately pulled the chair beside Henry away t o let the brothers sit together and get closer to each other so they could have a conversation.

However, Elliot was ungrateful for what she did. He didn't have the intention to get closer to Henry and

Henry was sulking. He didn't put in any effort either, which was worrisome.

"Elliot!" Yvonne suddenly shouted.

Elliot and Henry looked at her at the same time.

Yvonne glanced at Henry from the corner of her eyes." Don't leave yet after breakfast."

"Why?" Elliot finally spoke the first sentence of the morning.

Yvonne pointed to Henry quietly. "Your brother... No, I mean Henry wants to talk to you."

"Talk?" Elliot pursed his lips and looked at Henry.

Then he said coldly, "I don't think I have anything to talk to him about!”

"Are you avoiding me?" Henry’s eyes darkened and he stared at Elliot unsatisfyingly.