CHAPTER 613 FAREWELL

"Yes, Jason was in too much debt and the Freys couldn't pay everything off, so the group of people from the casino took their house away from them to pay off the debt. Jason's father resisted and was beaten up so badly that he broke his leg. Moreover, they're both getting older and can't survive on their own anymore, so they can only make a living by begging," Henry said lightly. 1

Yvonne was silent.

She had always known that the three members of the Freys, which were Jason and his parents, were all lazy and they didn’t have any skills either. 1

Six years ago, when Jason was burned to death by the fire, she no longer hated him or the Freys anymore. After all, he passed away and it was time to let bygones be bygones.

But since then, she never thought about having any relationship with the Freys. When she returned to Canada this time, she didn't ask about the Freys at all, let alone see them. She was certainly shocked to find out that they ended up like that.

It was quite depressing.

Yvonne gathered her thoughts and asked, "Where are they now?"

Henry knew what she wanted to do, so he told her the address and asked, "Do you want to take care of them i n their remaining time?"

"Well, they raised me after all. Now that Jason is dead, I can't just leave them begging for the rest of their lives. My grandparents also treated me well back then, so I want to give their son and daughter-in-law a way out," Yvonne answered as she wrote the address on a paper.

Henry smiled, "How do you plan to do that?"

"I'll send them back to their hometown and get someone to send them one thousand dollars every month as their living expenses. I won't give them anything more than that," Yvonne thought for a while and said.

One thousand dollars would be equivalent to average living expenses for them.

"Okay, I'll send someone to pick them up then." Henry understood what she meant, so he immediately arranged for someone to contact Mr. and Mrs. Frey.

Yvonne wanted to stop him since it was her own business and she didn't need him to intervene, but he hung up the phone before she could say anything.

"Sigh..."

Yvonne put down the phone and got up with the food container in her hand as she went to the bathroom to clean it.

After washing the container, she came out and packed it nicely before calling Lisa in.

"Send this to Henry." Yvonne handed the food container to Lisa.

Lisa thought she had not eaten it, but when she grabbed the container, the corner of Lisa's mouth twitched.

It was so light, she must have eaten it.

Not only did she eat it, but she also finished everything.

"Director... You said..."

"Hmm?" Yvonne narrowed her eyes and gave Lisa a look to warn her.

Lisa suddenly rolled her eyes. "Fine, I won't say anything. I'll send someone to deliver the container."

After Lisa said that, she turned around and went out.

Yvonne finally stopped putting on a straight face, shook her head, and smiled before getting on with her work.

In the afternoon, she checked the time and it was almost three o'clock. She cleared the table and got ready to go to the hospital to see Elliot.

But at this moment, Henry sent her a text. "Would you like to send them off and see them one last time?"

Yvonne looked at this message and she seemed conflicted.

She knew that the 'them' he was referring to were the Freys.

Seeing them one last time meant that after they left Vancouver, they would never come back again. She would not go visit them either so they would never see each other again. It would be the last time indeed.

Yvonne sighed and tapped on the 'reply' button, and replied with an 'okay.'

She finally agreed to meet the Freys for the last time because they did raise her up after all.

She should be grateful that they didn’t sell or give her away. They were also once nice to her before Jason was born.

So, it would be okay to see them.

As Yvonne thought about it, she put away her cell phone, took off her coat from the coat rack, and put it over her shoulders before walking out of the office in high heels.

When she arrived at the company's lobby, a black Mercedes stopped in front of her. The window of the car was rolled down, and Henry's handsome face would be seen.

Yvonne raised her eyebrows. "You..."

"I came here to pick you up. Get in the car." Henry leaned forward and opened the door of the passenger seat for her.

Yvonne didn’t say anything as she got into his car.

Henry was a little surprised to see that she got in the car without hesitation. He thought she would not enter his car.

Perhaps Yvonne could tell what Henry was thinking, s o she said while putting on her seatbelt, "We're just going to meet them and we're not doing anything else. So if I can get a free car ride, why not?"

"Why don't I give you free car rides for the rest of your life?" Henry started the car and suddenly smiled.

Yvonne frowned. "I'll get out of the car if you keep saying things like that."

"I’ve already started the car, you can’t get off," Henry replied as he stepped on the accelerator.

Yvonne was agitated, but she did not bother replying anymore. She turned her head to look out of the car window and enjoy the scenery.

Henry drove all the way to the high-speed rail station.

After getting out of the car, Yvonne looked around and she didn’t see the Freys. She was about to ask when someone suddenly grabbed her hand.

Yvonne yelled, "What are you doing?"

She shook her hand as she tried to get away from his grasp. copyrighted © content.

However, Henry held on to her tightly and pulled her into the high-speed rail station, "They're in the

waiting room, I'll take you there." "Well, you don't have to hold me. Let go!" Yvonne still wanted to shake his hand off.

Henry pretended not to hear her words and held on tightly so she couldn’t shake him off no matter how hard she tried. She was getting tired and sweaty from doing so, and people were starting to notice her.

"Here we are. They're right there." When they arrived a t the second floor of the train station, Henry grabbed Yvonne's hand and stood by the railing on the second floor. He pointed his chin downward and motioned for her to look.

Yvonne didn’t care that he was still holding her as she looked in the direction he was pointing at.

In the huge waiting room, the Freys were sitting close together, with two bodyguards dressed in black next t o them. It was a scene that would certainly attract attention.

Yvonne didn’t care about the two bodyguards at all. She looked at the couple with a blank expression but she felt conflicted.

They were old, but even though they were the same age as Dominic Conrad, they seemed to appear much older than him, especially Mrs. Frey, whose hair had turned white completely. On the other hand, Mr. Frey who suffered from a broken leg looked like he had shrunk significantly,

although he was a pretty tall man. It was evident that they had gone through a hard time in the past six years.

"Would you like to go down and say hello to them?" Henry asked Yvonne.

Yvonne shook her head. "No, I'll just look at them from a distance. In their hearts, I'm the one who killed their son, and I'm also dead to them. So, there's no need to show myself. By the way, you didn’t tell them that I'm still alive, did you?"

"No," Henry replied.

"Good." Yvonne exhaled and stopped talking as she stared at the couple.

She didn't know how long she had been watching them. There was suddenly an announcement about the arriving train on the speakers.

Yvonne saw the couple getting up from their seats and walked to the ticket gate under the escort of the bodyguards.

As Yvonne looked at their old figures, one of them was limping. She clenched her hand on the railing as her eyes turned a little red.

At this moment, she knew that she still cared about those two people.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have felt so reluctant when she had to bid farewell to them.

"They’re gone." Henry watched the Freys go through the ticket gate until they were completely out of sight.