Chapter 594


    "Grandpa!"


    Jonathan''s shout of rm along with the old Mr. Bet that sound of spitting blood, instantly made


    almost everyone nervous.


    Everyone rushed towards the inside of the ward.


    Raiden''s face also changed and he stared at Sylvia with confusion.


    "What''s going on? Why did my dad vomit so much blood?"


    Sylvia nced at him lightly, "He vomited the clot."


    "What do you mean? This is clot?" Alondra clenched her fists and stared at Sylvia incredulously.


    Sabrina doubted it while mumbling, "How could he wake up so quickly? The clot was removed? And he


    woke up? If he received the surgery, it would take him at least a day to regain consciousness. Also, he


    needed to be sent into ICU for observation. How could he recover so quickly? No way!"


    Sylvia''s eyes glinted and her cold voice said, "Nothing is impossible. You thought it was impossible


    because you couldn''t make it, but that doesn''t mean others cannot make it."


    Sabrina bit her lower lip, Sylvia gave a p in her face?


    She was the daughter of Secretary of State in Aettosa, Sylvia, who did she think she was!


    How could Sylvia talk to her like that?


    Sylvia ignored Sabrina, grabbed a tissue and wiped the blood from the old Mr. Bet''s lips, then


    nced at the sheets on the hospital bed that were stained red with his blood.


    She said to Samuel, "What are you waiting for? Call the nurse."


    Samuel then woke up like a dream and rushed to call the nurse toe over to change the sheets and


    covers.


    The old Mr. Bet exhaled a long breath, Jonathan beside him immediately poured a ss of warm


    water, "Grandpa, gargle."


    Jonathan guessed his grandfather''s mouth was filled with the smell of blood.


    The old Mr. Bet nodded weakly and rinsed his mouth with a ss of water.


    Then hey down again.


    The nurse quickly rushed over and started to change the sheets and covers in a short time.


    Almost everyone stared incredulously at the old Mr. Bet.


    Raiden walked quickly to the hospital bed and bent slightly, "Dad, do you feel ufortable


    anywhere?"


    The old Mr. Bet opened his misty eyes, as if he had not heard Raiden''s voice, his eyes looked


    towards Sylvia, and in his blurred vision he saw a familiar face, and he could not help but whisper,


    "Monica... is that you?"


    Everyone froze after hearing his words.


    "Who is the old Mr. Bet calling, and who is Monica?"


    "Don''t you know? It''s said that when the old Mr. Bet was young, he taught a genius girl at Larro


    School who impressed him greatly. Later on, he returned to Urgford and asked her toe along with


    him, but she didn''t."


    "Really? How much of a genius must she be for the old Mr. Bet to take notice like that?"


    All of the Bet family froze after hearing the old Mr. Bet''s voice, with mixed feelings.


    Then they heard his murmurs again.


    "So many years have passed... where did you go?"


    "You heartless girl..."


    "s - so many years have passed, I''m so old now ..."


    The old Mr. Bet''s eyes were red; then he reached out towards Sylvia, "Why are you still so cruel?


    You won''t evene over when seeing me."


    Sylvia hesitated for a moment and walked towards the old Mr. Bet.


    She looked down at this elderly man before her, extended her hand, and took his cool hand, "My


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    mother''s name is Monica Evans, is that ... her you''re talking about?"


    "Mother ..." the old Mr. Bet was stunned and suddenly his eyes widened as he stared seriously and


    carefully at Sylvia''s face. "Monica Evans is your mother? You are not Monica? Then you are ..."


    "I am her daughter." Sylvia sat beside him on the bed warming up his cold hands with hers, "Are you


    really my mother''s teacher as they say?"


    "What about Monica? Is she doing well now?" the old Mr. Bet sized up Sylvia, "Your eyebrows and


    eyes look very simr while your nose looks alike too but your mouth seems different from your


    mother''s. It is like your father''s, right?"


    Sylvia looked at the old Mr. Bet in silence for a while, and could not tell what she felt inside.


    It wasplicated and hard, but she still didn''t want to lie to the old man who was in his twilight years


    but still remembered her mother.


    She opened her mouth and finally spoke, "My mother passed away many years ago."


    "What ... No, Monica is so good, how could she pass away? She is still so young! Alondra and Pa


    are alive and well, how can she pass away?"


    The old Mr. Bet looked extremely agitated and he started coughing violently again.


    There was blood spilling out along the corners of his lips.