Yara Reagan was already asleep on her small sofa in her room upstairs.
Many small toys were scattered around her, indicating she had played until she was exhausted and fell asleep.
Evelyn Clayton approached, picked up Yara and placed her on the bed, then sat quietly at the bedside, gazing at her.
After an unknown amount of time, the door suddenly knocked.
Pauline Warren came in.
"Is she asleep?" Pauline Warren came in, saw Yara lying on the bed, and spoke softly, "Yara was really nervous just now, right?"
Evelyn Clayton realized that Pauline might have thought Yvette Warren had just come over and talked to Yara.
Evelyn Clayton neither affirmed nor denied, brushing past the issue vaguely, instead asking: "Why did Aunt leave so quickly?" Google seaʀᴄh novel•fire.net
"She said she had other things to do," Pauline said helplessly, "She’s always so busy."
Evelyn Clayton remained expressionless, "Is she busy with work?"
Pauline sighed, seemingly lamenting, "Not entirely. She is separated from her current husband, the two of them eye each other like fighting roosters, unless someone else is around, they can’t sit together at all."
Evelyn Clayton wanted to gather more information, lowering her eyes as if unintentionally, and asked: "Why is it ?"
"Oh, because she married that person, who’s..." Pauline said, an almost imperceptible look of anger passed across her face, "Anyway, that person is no good! I said back then that my big sister shouldn’t marry him!"
Evelyn Clayton said nothing and quietly waited for Pauline’s continuation.
Pauline Warren grew increasingly passionate, "When she decided to be with that Chang fellow back then, no one could talk her out of it, even my elder brother couldn’t dissuade her; but she is ruthless, decisive, and never lets herself be disadvantaged."
Suddenly changing the subject, Pauline asked somewhat nervously: "There’s a shareholder meeting in a few days, Evelyn, what are your thoughts on it?"
Evelyn Clayton was momentarily stunned, "What thoughts?"
Pauline Warren sighed lightly, "I originally thought of letting you declare your identity at the shareholder meeting, so you could join the company as the Sinclair family’s second young lady. However, after today when my big sister came over, I wonder if that might affect you."
After all, Evelyn Clayton was an adult, appearing as the Sinclair family’s adopted daughter would incite how many people to question her identity?
Yet Pauline Warren eagerly wanted Evelyn Clayton to officially become part of the Sinclair family.
Faced with Pauline’s hopeful gaze, Evelyn Clayton opened her mouth but eventually swallowed her words.
"Let me think about it." Evelyn’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, looking at Yara; her gaze gradually focused and she repeated, "Let me think about it."
Pauline Warren nodded, holding Evelyn’s hand, and gently squeezing it.
"Mom won’t pressure you, everything depends on your own wishes. Anyway, as our family is now, it’s great, isn’t it?"
Evelyn Clayton tugged up a smile of genuine intention, "Yes, it’s great."
Watching Pauline Warren leave, Evelyn felt increasingly despondent.
At this point, it seemed there was only one path to take.
However, choosing this path meant tying herself to the Sinclair family, jumping into a fire pit that might consume them all.
She didn’t want to do this.
But she seemed to have no other choice.
At night, Evelyn Clayton visited the hospital.
Meeting Yara Reagan and Iris Lockwood, she recounted her meeting with Yvette Warren today.
Yara and Iris were both silent, but their eyes were heavy and worried.
"So, in that case, you have to completely abandon the identity of Evelyn Clayton."