Said I didn't Love Him But I Lied

Everleigh was not in a hurry. She asked gently, "What's the matter?"

"My mother wanted us to be added to the family tree, but my father didn't agree," Loraine said with a wry smile.

She didn't care about that at all.

She was a girl, and it didn't matter what she did.

As for Hansen, she had asked him before. He didn't care about it either. As long as he had parents and he knew his own family name, nothing else mattered.

After that, Everleigh recalled what Madam Scott had said before. She had indirectly acknowledged Hansen as her grandson when she was staying in the hospital.

It was understandable that Hansen didn't understand these rules at such a young age, but it wasn't impossible for him to be added to the family's genealogy, either. "Does your father have any plans?" Everleigh asked.

"He feels that since he has already left the Godfrey family, he doesn't have to go back. In fact, I feel that he is not pleased with my mother's management of Godfrey Group." Everleigh was astounded. It seemed that Loraine was not a person who shuts herself away from the world.

"Aunt Everleigh, what do you think I should do to stop them from quarreling?" Loraine asked.

Everleigh didn't know what to do. The quarrel between husband and wife was not something that could be stopped just because others wanted them to.

"I'm afraid I can't do anything. Outsiders shouldn't get involved in others' quarrel."

Loraine knew that clearly. She just wanted to complain.

Everleigh knew it wasn't that Yvonne wanted to get any benefits from Godfrey Group. She just wanted to prove that she was a part of the Godfrey family and wanted to be acknowledged in the Godfrey family tree. She wanted to get rid of her identity as a mistress.

Unfortunately... Theodore was the first person to disagree.

Everleigh and Loraine had a meal together and then she let her go back home.

The main reason was because she had something to do in the afternoon, so she couldn't delay it for too long.

It was already nighttime when Everleigh finished her work. When she walked out of the hospital, the street lights had been turned on.

A gust of cool wind blew, and she unconsciously shrunk her neck. She finally felt the coolness of autumn.

Christopher came over from behind with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. "Drink some, you'll be on duty with me tonight."

"Alas, I knew it. The cost of resting for two days is a night shift." Everleigh took a sip of the drink, and the chill in her body subsided a lot.

He agreed with her as he had the same thoughts before.

Both of them simply ate something outside and went back to their office. Christopher asked, "Why did Loraine look for you today?"

"Last night, Yvonne and Wilson had a quarrel. She wanted to get into the Godfrey family tree, but he didn't agree."

Christopher thought it was something important; in fact, the matter was irrelevant to them.

"It's reasonable for Wilson to disagree. He was kicked out of the family and it caused a big stir in the upper classes. If he returns to his ancestral roots now, won't he feel embarrassed? Yvonne has made the wrong move." Christopher saw through Wilson's intentions.

Even if Yvonne cried to death, he would not agree.

Everleigh stared at him meaningfully and found that Christopher was really a master among the wealthy. He knew everyone's thoughts clearly.

"How are you so sure?" She asked.

"I only heard about it from my parents. Speaking of this, the Godfrey family has made enough jokes. If they weren't one of the Four Great Households, the people in Ocpeace City would have gossiped about them," he looked indifferent, as if he was talking about something funny.

She agreed with him; perhaps he was right.

In the middle of the night, Christopher was already tired. Since there was no emergency, he felt sleepy. Everleigh took out her mobile phone and watched some videos to kill time.

Suddenly, the emergency bell rang, and Christopher was awakened. In shock, he responded, "Which ward?"

"Dr. Meyer, Dr. Trevino, patient in Ward 35, began to have symptoms of epilepsy," the nurse rushed over and informed them.

Everleigh and Christopher ran over to give the patient first aid. When everything was done, it was already early in the morning.

They were so fatigued that they wanted to lie on the ground immediately.

She was relieved when she saw that the figures in all of the machines were good. She kicked Christopher, who was sitting on the ground, and advised him, "Get up and go back to rest." "Okay." He stood up weakly. His heart was still beating wildly.

He was afraid that after a few years of persistence, he didn't know whether his medical skills would improve or not, but he would definitely have a heart attack.

Just as they were about to leave, a photo fell out from the pocket of the clothes on the sofa. Everleigh wanted to pick it up and put it back when she saw it. However, as soon as she picked it up, she was stunned. Christopher looked back and noticed her staring at the photo motionlessly. He couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Take a look at this." She leaned over and showed it to him.

There was a group of people in the photo. The person sitting in the middle was Sanchez and the patient in the bed was the person beside him.

Christopher took a look and was dumbfounded. He looked back at the patient who was lying on the hospital bed. He was tortured by illness so badly that he couldn't tell that it was him.

"Let's go. We'll talk about it when we get back." He held her hand and walked out as if he had a guilty conscience.

When both of them returned to the office, they set their eyes on the photo.

"I didn't expect Sanchez to have so many people under his command," Christopher lamented.

"He's called Galen. Since he can sit next to Sanchez, I believe he knows everything," she commented.

"Don't worry. Let's figure it out slowly. If anything happens to him again, we won't be able to find anybody else." Christopher had learned a lesson from last time. He didn't want anything to happen to this person again. She took out her mobile phone and took a picture of this photo. Perhaps it would be useful in the future.

"I feel like I'm being fooled around, like a pawn in someone else's chessboard. Since Sanchez had passed away, our trail had gone cold. Who would've thought that God would send this person to my side." Everleigh smiled bitterly. Christopher took a glance her and turned around, "I don't think so. In fact, I think it's good that he came to us."

"A person with an optimistic attitude can think that way," she told him.

"After all, it's better to think optimistically. Life can be tough; it's rare for things to be smooth sailing." He had an unfathomable look on his face, as if he had seen through the vanity of the world.

She rolled her eyes at him; he still had time to talk nonsense concurrently.

"By the way, were you able to find Sanchez's perpetrator?" She almost forgot about this matter.

If he was able to, then she would have an important piece of evidence.

Christopher's eyes lit up, but he shook his head. "No, this person seemed to have vanished from the world."

She lowered her gaze and there was a bad feeling that rose from her heart. It was as if Galen would be a lost cause, too.

"Don't worry too much, Since we can't find him, let's start with this person. They knew the same things more or less," he reassured her.