CHAPTER 395 MOTHER LAURA

Elliot tightened the cutlery and sneered, "What is it that I'm avoiding?"

"You’re avoiding the fact that you’re my brother and you're part of the Lancaster family!" Henry stared at him.

Elliot's eyes flashed and he turned his head away. " That’s not true!"

"Talk to me then!" Henry insisted.

Elliot didn't speak but lowered his head slightly, unsure as to what was on his mind.

Upon seeing this, Henry didn't speak anymore and retracted his gaze.

The surroundings at the dining table became quiet and it made everyone feel uncomfortable.

Yvonne felt like she was in a serious meeting instead o f having breakfast.

At the meeting, she played a small role while the brothers were either on the same side, cooperating with one another, or the opposite.

She was afraid that both of them would fight.

Luckily, she was overthinking about it. They didn’t fight over breakfast. Instead, they looked at each other for a few seconds and headed to the study room. It

seemed that they were going to have a conversation.

She wasn't sure if Elliot would accept his identity after the talk.

She hoped that Henry would be able to talk it out with him.

Yvonne sighed lightly after thinking about it. Then, she began to clean up the plates on the table and washed them in the kitchen.

After washing the plates, she returned to her room to change her clothes and put on light makeup.

As she walked out with a bag, the door of the study room opened at the same time. Henry and Elliot walked out one after another.

Upon meeting them, Yvonne quickly asked, "Are you guys done?"

Henry stopped and hummed.

Elliot nodded at her too.

Yvonne frowned and observed both of them to see if there were any differences before and after the conversation.

However, she didn't notice a difference.

Did Henry not manage to talk it out and Elliot still refused to accept his identity?

While she was thinking, Elliot suddenly said, "I'll make a move first. Shaw Taylor will be suspicious if I don't return for two to three days. I'll keep an eye on him while you arrange some manpower. We should work together to succeed."

"Okay, take care." Henry nodded.

Elliot agreed, then he opened the door and left. Content © 2024.

Seeing this, Yvonne's mouth was wide open. "You... you both reconciled?"

Henry nodded. "He’s from the Lancaster family, so he should come back to us."

Yvonne blinked her eyes. "What did you say to him? How did he accept his identity so quickly?”

If she knew, she wouldn't have persuaded Elliot in the first place and let Henry be the one to persuade him.

As soon as he was persuaded, Elliot agreed to be on their side.

On the contrary, it took her a while to persuade him and it didn't work. Were they really brothers?

Yvonne thought helplessly.

Henry walked to the sofa and sat down. "We’ve talked about everything that needed to be discussed. How about you? Are you heading out?"

He looked at her tiny face with makeup and couldn't help frowning.

Yvonne didn't want to hide from him. She nodded." Yes, it’s my dad’s birthday. I'm going over as there’s something that I want to find out."

"What is it?" Henry asked.

Yvonne lowered her eyelids and her mood was unstable. “There's something that shocked me but made me excited at the same time. You know what? I'm not the daughter of the Frey family.”

Shattered!

Henry knocked over the glass of water on the coffee table. The water flowed down from the edge of the coffee table to the carpet and dampened the carpet.

Yvonne was taken aback and quickly walked over. She picked up the tissue box and pulled a few sheets o f tissues, then squatted down to clean up the mess for him.

After tidying up, she threw the used tissue into the dustbin. She stood up and asked, "Are you alright? Why did you knock over the glass out of the blue?"

Henry didn't answer her question. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and stared at her. "How did you find out that you're not the daughter of the Frey family? Who told you this?"

"It was none other than Jason that idiot. He called me yesterday to ask for money. I didn’t give it to him, so h e got angry and blurted it out," Yvonne sat opposite of Henry and replied mockingly.

Henry pursed his lips, "So you want to head back to the Freys and figure out what’s going on?” "Yes, but the most important thing is that I want to know who my biological parents are. Why was I in the Freys? Why wouldn't they raise me?”

Henry looked at her. "Perhaps they can't afford to raise you?"

"Huh?" Yvonne was taken aback and raised her head." Is there something that you know?"

Henry remained silent.

Upon seeing this, Yvonne’s pupils trembled and her body tensed up.

She subconsciously grabbed the armrest of the sofa and stared at him. "Henry Lancaster, you know about this, right? Because you knew, that's why you remain silent."

Henry opened his thin lips slightly. "I wanted to tell you in the future. But now that you know, I shall tell you. You're indeed not the daughter of the Frey family and I knew this long time ago."

"Long time ago?" Yvonne startled. "When was it?"

"Do you remember the old lady from the town? The day before we returned to the city, she asked to speak t o me alone."

Yvonne nodded. "Yes, did she tell you?"

"That's right!”

"But she... How does she know..."

"Not only her, but the whole town knows about your identity," Henry said.

Yvonne’s face turned pale. "Everyone knows about it... but me..."

"The reason why the old lady told me is that she couldn’t bear to see how the Frey family treated you and she feels sorry for you. She was hoping for me to help you find your biological parents. So after returning to the city, I told Joe to investigate it." Henry crossed his legs.

Yvonne clenched her fists and asked urgently, "So, how was it? Did you manage to find anything?"

"Yes." Henry stared into her eyes.

Yvonne moved her mouth, wanting to ask who they were.

But she suddenly became timid when the words were on the tip of her tongue. She felt scared and couldn’t manage to ask.

She was afraid that they abandoned her or gave her to the Frey family.

Henry noticed Yvonne's hesitation and took the initiative to ask, "Why don’t you ask?"

Yvonne's throat was dry. "I..."

"Don't you want to know who they are?"

"I want to!" Yvonne hurriedly replied, but the next second she looked sad again. "But I’m really afraid, afraid that they..." "Your biological mother has passed away!" Henry interrupted her.

Yvonne froze as she couldn't believe what she heard." What did you say? Passed away?"

"Yes. It's been more than 20 years," Henry replied.

"How could it be..." Yvonne wobbled, feeling lightheaded. She was too shocked and looked confused. She couldn't believe it was true.

How did her mother pass away?

She thought about many possibilities. She even thought that her biological parents were too poor to support her so gave her to the Frey family.

She also thought that they were the same as the Freys who only wanted a son and didn't want to raise her.

And she thought maybe she had some kind of illness when she was a child, so they gave her up because they were worried they couldn't support her. But she never thought about them passing away.

"Passed away... They're gone..." Yvonne muttered and lowered down her head. She held her hair tightly with both hands. She was very emotional.

Henry knew that she wasn’t feeling too well. He stood up and squatted in front of her, then carefully hugged her. "You've met your biological mother before."

Yvonne let go of her hair and raised her head in her arms, then asked tearfully, "When?"