Chapter 498


    With a pale face, Tracey walked out of the breakfast store, and it was mizzling. Her mind was filled


    with those R family secrets and her mother, who would turn her 40s soon.


    Suddenly, Tracey fell over. Wilson saw Tracey on the ground whening out after paying the bills.


    ''Will Tracey have anything to do with this mysterious family?'' Wilson tried hard to recall the


    appearance of the incumbent R family patriarch, whom he had seen only twice from a distance.


    When the patriarch''s profile relived before his eyes, Wilson was surprised to find that Tracey was a


    youthful version of the patriarch, and they shared 70% simrity!


    And there was no information about the children of this patriarch. Would Tracey be her daughter?


    Wilson took a few steps forward to help Tracey up. Tracey was out of her wits. She looked terrible


    for some unknown reason.


    It was mizzling, but the winter rain was cool. Tracey murmured, "Can''t you survive your 40s?"


    Wilson was quick to grasp what Tracey was talking about. And Tracey turned into a panic state after


    Wilson talked about the age problem of R family.


    Tracey''s abnormal reactions seemed to confirm Wilson''s guess that Tracey was an offspring of this


    R family, "Tracey, what I told you just now are hearsays, and I also emphasized that no one had


    ever verified them."


    "Wilson, you mean they may be stories?" Tracey clutched his hand tightly and asked.


    "Of course. As I said, it is a mysterious family, and I am an outsider. How can I know the truths?


    Maybe all these are just coincidences?"


    It was rare that the indifferent Wilsonforted. Tracey was an exception.


    Wilson didn''t love Tracey like a man to a woman, but Tracey had been his disciple and friend after


    all these months.


    Thanks to Tracey and Steve, sorrows left Wilson, and he felt happy recently. More than gratitude,


    Wilson would like not to lose his good friend, Tracey.


    "You are right. Fate can''t be that relentless. I''m going to ask her, face to face." Tracey made up her


    mind.


    Perhaps Adam was right. Her mother left to protect Tracey. Could it have something to do with the


    curse in the legend?


    "Okay, I''ll send you home first." Wilson sent Tracey back to her apartment. Tracey took a shower


    and changed her clothes.


    Coming out from the bathroom, Tracey found that Wilson was still watching the news on the sofa,


    "Wilson, why are you still here?" Wilson was a man who was neverte for his appointments, and


    he should have been at work now.


    Wilson shot a nce at Tracey and said, "I''m worried about you. You looked battered out of your


    senses. I''m afraid that you''ll fall down somewhere again."


    In the past, Wilson kept his worries at heart, but he would speak them out now. Wilson was


    softening.


    "Thank you," Tracey said sincerely.


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    "You are wee. A woman like you should be taken good care of, and he''s not by your side. Let''s


    go. I''ll drive you there." Wilson beckoned to Tracey.


    "Won''t you bete for work? You should be very busy, right?"


    "I am taking a leave for half a day."


    Tracey felt ttered as this workaholic took a leave for herself. She felt that it was like an honor to


    meet the president of this country.


    The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and all over the car windows were raindrops, which kept


    the windscreen wiper busy.


    The pedestrians on the street shivered with cold. It was as warm as spring inside the car because of


    heating, but Tracey still looked grim.


    Tracey was afraid that the hearsays were truths. It was hard for Tracey to find her mother. She was


    OK with their separation, as long as her mother still lived happily in this world.


    Tracey tugged the corner of her scarf hard with her fingers. From this little act, Wilson knew that


    Tracey was anxious and fretful.


    "Tracey, rx. Maybe it is not so bad as you think." Wilson soothed Tracey.


    "I''m worried."


    "It''s useless to worry about the future. You should think of solutions, not evasions." Wilson escaped


    for a long time after Chelsea died.


    He was a frequenter of nightclubs, made out with all kinds of women, and got drunk before going


    home. However, he realized atst that these didn''t work.


    A dead person could not resurrect. And he decided to work harder and live better as a constion


    to the dead.


    Escape didn''t work before a disaster, and this was fate.


    Some people surrendered to their fates and drifted along.


    On the other hand, others fought to the end and created their own futures. Both Tracey and Adm


    were of thetter style.


    After all those sufferings and fights, they stood on the high ground, overlooking the losers below


    who bowed their heads with sorrow to their fates.


    Tracey clenched her fists tightly. Whatever her identity was, Tracey would not surrender to her fate,


    neither her mother!


    Stopping at the gate of the R building, Wilson tried to cheer her up, "You can do it! I''ll wait for your


    good news."


    "Thanks!" Opening the car door, Tracey rushed into the rain without taking the umbre that Wilson


    handed over.


    "What an impatient girl!" Wilson smiled faintly. Fortunately, where he stopped the car was not far


    from thepany. There were carsing from behind, Wilson had to leave.


    Tracey went past this R building several times. Every time she stayed far away to stare at this


    building. Today, she mustered all her courage up to enter this building.


    ''Is Mom''s office at the top of this building?'' The thought of her mom made Tracey feel warm toward


    those cold bricks.


    Upon Tracey''s entry, the receptionist spotted her, because Tracey looked so simr to Tina, which


    would arouse people''s curiosity.


    "Do you have an appointment?" The receptionist asked in fluent English.


    Tracey replied, "Yes."


    She showed her business card. The receptionist checked the time at her watch and dialed an


    internal numher. After the receptionist got confirmation, Tracey was allowed to go upstairs.


    Tracey nodded to the receptionist before heading for the elevator anxiously. She couldn''t help


    expecting that her opponent negotiator was her mother.


    If so, she could ask her mother what on earth was going on.


    Right then, Erica found Tracey in an elevator through the surveince videos. Her expression


    changed immediately. Then, she went straight to the president''s office.


    "Patriarch, Tracey is here."


    Tina put down the pen in her hand, "Who?" "Tracey! The girl who looks simr to you." "Ask the


    security to drive her out."


    "I''m afraid it''s toote. She is already in the elevator."