Chapter 568: I Can’t Reach Dad at All
Chapter 568: Chapter 568: I Can’t Reach Dad at All
Sean Fuller scoffed. "Her name is Yvonne."
"What’s her full name?" Michelle Fuller asked with a frown.
Sean Fuller blinked. "I forgot."
Michelle Fuller: "..."
She gave him a baffled look. "Are you kidding me? You don’t even know her name?"
"I..." Sean Fuller pursed his lips, suddenly a little sheepish. "I know she’s called Yvonne. I just forgot her full name."
Michelle Fuller was exasperated with him. "Can you please be a little more reliable?"
"Sis, don’t worry." Sean Fuller immediately sat up and pulled out his phone. "I’ll ask her right now."
Michelle Fuller shot him an irritated glare. "Are you an idiot? You’ve been burned so many times, but you never learn."
Sean Fuller clutched his phone and typed, not daring to say a word in his defense.
A few minutes later, he glanced over at Michelle Fuller. "Sis, Yvonne hasn’t replied. I’ll tell you when she gets back to me. I’m gonna go take a shower now, okay?"
With that, he beat a hasty retreat.
Michelle Fuller stared after him, her brow tightly furrowed. She couldn’t shake a bad feeling she had.
**
Morning sunlight streamed through the glass window into the quiet hospital room.
Aria Sinclair slowly opened her eyes, dazedly taking in her surroundings.
Vincent Morgan, who had been resting with his eyes closed on a nearby sofa, heard the movement. He opened his eyes to see Aria Sinclair struggling to sit up.
"Mom." He immediately rose and walked to the bedside. "Just stay still. I’ll raise the bed for you."
Aria Sinclair nodded weakly.
Vincent Morgan raised the head of the bed with the remote and asked with concern, "Are you thirsty? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"Where’s Renee?" Aria Sinclair asked.
"She went home with Aunt Fanny last night."
"Last night?" Aria Sinclair frowned. "Have I been lying here that long?"
Vincent Morgan poured her a glass of warm water and said softly, "The doctor said you passed out from the shock."
"You didn’t sleep at all last night?" Aria Sinclair asked, taking a weak sip of water.
"I dozed a little."
"You must be exhausted. Go home and get some rest."
"It’s fine, I’m not tired." Vincent Morgan looked at her drawn face and sighed internally. "What would you like to eat? I can have someone bring it over."
"I don’t have an appetite." Aria Sinclair handed the cup back to him, her eyes misting over. Her voice was thick with a barely perceptible sob.
"I called Dad last night," Vincent Morgan said, placing the cup on the nightstand, "but I couldn’t get through."
Aria Sinclair turned her head away as a tear slid from the corner of her eye.
"As for my aunt..." Vincent Morgan said, his brow furrowed. "I don’t know how I’m supposed to face her."
He had always believed his aunt and mother had a harmonious relationship, as close as sisters. He thought the backstabbing and scheming over inheritance that plagued other families would never happen in theirs.
But reality had just taught him a harsh lesson.
’How ridiculous.’
His own aunt had been so cruel to his mother. For her own selfish desires, she had mercilessly torn a mother from her own flesh and blood, a separation that had lasted twenty-four years!
They had missed out on twenty-four whole years with Renee!
"I don’t have any sisters. In my eyes, your aunt was like my own flesh and blood," Aria Sinclair choked out, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to breathe through the pain. "But in the end, to her, I was nothing more than a tool to raise the daughter of the man she loved!"
"No wonder she was always so good to Yvonne. I was a fool... I thought she saw me as a real sister, and that’s why she treated my daughter as her own..."
"Our aunt has gone too far!" Vincent Morgan’s expression was glacial, a chilling light glinting in his eyes.
"Vincent, tell me, what am I supposed to do?" Aria Sinclair asked, looking at her son with helplessness.
Seeing his mother in such anguish, Vincent Morgan felt a heavy weight settle in his own chest, a dull, aching pain.
He took his mother’s trembling hand, his voice gentle. "Mom, no matter what you decide, I’ll be right here by your side."
After Vincent Morgan managed to calm Aria Sinclair down, he called his assistant to have some food delivered.
Just as he was about to slip the phone back into his pocket, it rang again.
Vincent Morgan glanced at the caller ID, and his expression darkened.
He glanced at Aria Sinclair, who was staring blankly out the window, then quietly slipped out of the room.
Out in the hallway, Vincent Morgan swiped the screen to answer the call.
Yvonne Morgan’s sweet, delicate voice came through the receiver. "Brother, did you, Mom, and Dad go off and do something fun without me? None of you even came home last night!"
"What is it?" Vincent Morgan tried to keep his voice perfectly calm.
Rationally, he knew Yvonne Morgan was innocent.
But emotionally, he couldn’t get over it. After all, she was the indirect cause of Aria Sinclair’s heartbreak.
On the other end of the line, Yvonne Morgan sounded anxious. "When I got up this morning, the butler said you, Mom, and Dad didn’t come home last night. I’m worried... worried you’re all going to abandon me."
Zoe Morgan had told Zachary Morgan the truth yesterday, and now all three of them had disappeared last night. It made Yvonne Morgan deeply anxious.
She was terrified that Zachary Morgan had told Aria Sinclair and Vincent Morgan the truth about her parentage.
She hadn’t been able to reach Zachary Morgan since yesterday afternoon.
Vincent Morgan’s brow was furrowed, his expression complex. His lips, pressed into a thin line, finally moved. "Why would you think that?" he asked slowly.
"I’m just scared," Yvonne Morgan whined prettily. "Where are you, Brother? Can we have lunch together?"
"Some other time." Vincent Morgan rubbed his temples, feeling a surge of impatience. "I’m busy. I have to go."
"Brother, wait! Do you know where Mom and Dad are?"
Vincent Morgan said flatly, "No idea. I’m hanging up."
The busy tone—BEEP, BEEP, BEEP—droned in her ear.
Yvonne Morgan gripped her phone tightly, her expression instantly souring.
She gritted her teeth, snatched the coffee cup off the coffee table, and hurled it across the room, cursing inwardly, ’You bastard! How dare you hang up on me!’
A maid hurried forward to clean up the ceramic shards.
Yvonne Morgan stood up, returned to her room, and made another call.
Zachary Morgan’s phone still wouldn’t connect, so she had no choice but to call Zoe Morgan. Her voice was tense. "Auntie, I can’t reach Dad. And he, Mom, and my brother didn’t come home last night. Do you think... do you think Dad has already told them?"
On the other end of the line, Zoe Morgan’s heart sank. "What about Aria and your brother?" she pressed. "Can you get ahold of them?"
"I haven’t called Mom," Yvonne Morgan explained. "But I did just talk to my brother. He said he didn’t know where Mom and Dad were, that he was busy, and then he hung up on me."
Hearing this, Zoe Morgan began to analyze the situation calmly. "I don’t think your father has said anything. If he had, Aria and your brother would have come looking for me by now. He said he’d give me a week; he wouldn’t break his word so quickly."
Yvonne Morgan breathed a sigh of relief at her aunt’s words, but her spirits fell again just as quickly. "That’s good... but I can’t get in touch with Dad at all. I don’t even have a chance to get back in his good graces."
Zoe Morgan soothed her. "Don’t worry. I’ll think of something."