Chapter 312 Time of the Trial


    Julien stopped tapping the desk. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like that was the


    reason.


    Otherwise, there was no way to exin why they got a fake rice Madden to return to the


    Madden family. It could not be because they wanted tofort the Madden couple.


    At that thought, Julien looked up at Zach." Delete all the information you found. Also, erase all


    traces of Denna''s past. Most importantly, add anotheryer of insurance to the DNA samples that


    Hunter left in the hospitals and appraisal institutions."


    Although Hunter disguised Denna''s identity, it was hard to guarantee that no one would doubt her


    identity.


    If Zach could find out that Denna was not rice Madden, then other people would be able to find


    out as well. Thus, Julien could only help Sydney and Hunter cover up Denna''s identity more


    carefully. At least it would prevent people from easily finding out that there was a problem.


    Zach clearly understood Julien’s motive and nodded without objection. He immediately went to do


    as he was told.


    Over the next few days, news about Sydney and Lyra online gradually died down. Only a few media


    outlets continued to follow it.


    After all, they were not celebrities, so they could not keep hanging onto the topic.


    On this day, Sydney and Cayden were in the office discussing going to South Lake to see the


    fashion show. Suddenly, the phone rang. It was from the police station.


    Sydney picked up the phone and answered it, "Hello."


    "Ms. Raines, the date for Lyra Madden''s trial has been decided. It''ll be at 2:00 PM tomorrow. As the


    intiff, your attendance is required," the police said.


    Sydney nodded solemnly. "All right. I''ll be there on time."


    After the call ended, she put down the phone.


    Cayden looked at her. "What''s wrong, Sis?"


    "Lyra''s trial is tomorrow at 2:00 PM." Sydney tossed the phone on the table.


    A dark light shed in Layden''s eyes, but he smiled and said, "That''s great. I''ll apany you


    tomorrow." "Sure." Sydney hummed and agreed. "President Raines." Sophie knocked on the door


    and came in.


    Sydney and Layden looked at her.


    "What is it?" Sydney asked.


    Sophie stood at the door and did note in. "As per your orders, I''ve made an appointment for the


    hospital abroad. When will you be going?"


    "What hospital? Are you sick?" Layden''s expression changed as he hurriedly checked on Sydney.


    Sydney smiled. "Don''t worry, I''m fine. I just told Sophie to make an appointment at a maternity


    hospital.”


    Then, she turned back to Sophie. "All right. I''ll go this Saturday night."


    Today was Wednesday. She would go to South Lake to see Layden''s catwalk on Friday, go abroad


    for the surgery on Saturday, and then return home on Sunday. The schedule was just right.


    "Okay, I''ll send the reply." Sophie nodded and closed the office door.


    Layden looked down at Sydney''s stomach." Sis, are you going abroad for a checkup, or ...?"


    "I''m going abroad to abort the child," Sydney touched her stomach and replied faintly, "I''m afraid to


    operate on a domestic hospital now because of what Lyra asked Finn to do before, so I chose to go


    abroad. My visa has already been approved for some time, but I haven''t gone because I was busy.


    Now that the child is already three months old, I can''t dy it any longer. It won''t be easy to abort if


    I continue dying it."


    Of course, that was just one of the reasons. Another reason was that she was afraid that if she


    dyed it for a longer time, her maternal love would emerge, and she would not bear to abort the


    child.


    Hearing Sydney''s words, Layden''s pupils contracted slightly and a trace of remorse shed in his


    eyes, but it soon disappeared. He lowered his eyes and forcefully managed the gentle smile on his


    face, saying, "I''ll apany you there."


    "No need. Didn''t you say you''d be shooting a variety show the day after the runway show in South


    Lake? That’s a Saturday.


    How will you have time to go with me? Just focus on your work. Luke will apany me there."


    Sydney patted his shoulder.


    Layden pretended to be disappointed and sighed. "All right."


    Sydney saw how he was like a child who failed to get candy. She opened the drawer with a smile


    and made a cup of mint tea for him. "Don''t be unhappy. Drink this. It''s your favorite."


    Layden''s eyes darkened when he looked at the fragrant mint tea in front of him.


    However, he simply smiled again. "Thanks, Sis. You know me the best."


    He took a sip of the tea, looking very happy.


    However, only he knew that he was not happy at all. He hated mint tea the most.


    The person who loved mint tea was Julien Flint, not him!


    However, he could not say those words. He did not dare to imagine how Sydney would react if she


    knew that he was imitating Julien. He did not dare to imagine how she would look at him.


    At the thought that she would look at him like he was a monster, he wanted to go crazy!


    He quickly finished the mint tea and said goodbye.


    Sydney wanted to see him off, but he refused.


    Outside the office, after Layden closed the door, the smile on his face slowly disappeared and was


    reced by an icy cold expression instead.


    He went to the elevator, pressed the down button, and bent down in front of a potted nt near the


    elevator door.


    Then, he opened his mouth, stuck his fingers into his mouth, and triggered his gag reflex with an


    expressionless face. He spat out all of the mint tea that he had just drunk.


    After vomiting, he let out a soft exhale and straightened up again, taking a handkerchief from his


    pocket. Just as he was about to wipe his mouth, a yful female voice sounded behind him. "Didn''t


    you juste out of President Raines'' office? You threw up what you drank inside right after you


    came out. What do you think would happen if President Raines knew?"


    Layden''s expression changed slightly. Then, he whirled around and looked at the woman who


    spoke.


    The woman was startled by his snake-like eyes. After she calmed down, she whistled andughed.


    "Wow, what a terrifying look. So, this is the real you?"


    "If you dare to tell Sydney what you saw, I''ll break your neck," Layden clenched his handkerchief


    and said in a grim and ruthless voice.


    Sharon twisted a lock of her hair yfully and said, "I''m so scared."


    Cayden’s lips twitched.


    Scared?


    He did not see any fear in this woman''s eyes.


    Well, this woman had killed a person before. How would she be afraid of his threat?


    Cayden’s heart felt suffocated. He ignored her and turned to get into the elevator.


    "Wait." Sharon quickly grabbed him. "I won''t tell President Raines, but you have to give me some


    hair."


    "No." Cayden’s eyes narrowed as he refused directly.


    Sharon smiled. "Then I''ll tell President


    Raines."


    "Do as you please." Cayden looked at her mockingly. "Even if you do, I can just tell her that I


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    "That''s..." Sharon choked.


    Of course, Sydney would believe Cayden.


    After all, they had known each other for a longer time.


    "Fine, you win, but I still need your hair." Sharon stopped messing around and became serious too.


    "You''ve already refused twice. Generally speaking, even if you don’t believe that your biological


    father is someone else, you should be curious to find out. However, you refused so vehemently. It


    just gives me the impression that you’re running away."


    "Oh? What am I running from?" Cayden clenched his fists.


    Sharon watched his movements and smiled. "You don''t want to acknowledge your family, because


    you know that you''re not Derek Lowe''s biological son, but Lincoln Be."