Remington''s gaze was heavy, Eileen was posing as the real Ste, and currently, only four people were
aware of this. Himself, Martin, Eileen, and Lizetta. But where did Emma get her information?
"Come on, spill it! Who told you? Whoever did has a lot to answer for!" Martin was livid.
Remington had an imposing presence, and Emma was visibly frightened, speaking in a panicked tone.
"Last night, someone slipped a letter through my front door; it''s written in the letter."
The West family was dwindling, with hardly any rtives left. Her son was Barbara''s only nephew, who
had been diligently caring for her by her bedside.
If Ste was a fake, then her son''s inheritance was secured. It was natural for mother and son to be
unable to keep this under wraps.
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"Show me the letter," frowning, Martin reached out his hand.
However, at that moment, the doctors finished their emergency intervention. Martin and Remington
couldn''t continue their interrogation, turning their attention to the doctors.
Lizetta noticed Remington tense up, raised her other hand, and sped both of her hands around his,
silently offeringfort.
She didn''t wish for anything bad to happen to Barbara, even though Barbara hadn''t been kind to her.
"The patient has been stabilized, but she mustn''t be subjected to such severe stress anymore."
Fortunately, the doctor came out looking relieved, announcing good news. After the doctor left, they
entered the hospital room.
"Barbara, how are you feeling? I''m sorry, the truth about Ste. I lied to you," Martin leaned in, holding
Barbara''s hand, his voice heavy with remorse.
Barbara, having just been through a life-and-death ordeal, had no strength left to speak, only managing
to emit a weak sound.
Martin had to lean in closer to make out her words, and then immediately turned to Evelina in the
crowd.
"Evelina,e here."
Evelina hid the pity in her eyes; the olddy had managed to hold on. But that was for the best, the old
lady valued her condition, securing Evelina''s ce in the West family. Evelina walked past Lizetta,
deliberately bumping into her arm. Lizetta shifted slightly, watching Evelina approach the bed with a
frown.
Previously, Barbara had targeted her, and now, Evelina had taken her ce by Barbara''s side. It was
clear that peaceful days would be even harder toe by. Lizetta suddenly felt exhausted, her
previously good mood evaporated.
"Mrs. West, even though I didn''t marry Quinn, the child I''m carrying is Quinn''s legacy, the only bloodline
of the West family. It''s not out of ce for me to call you this way, right?" Barbara weakly nodded, and
Evelina immediately took Barbara''s hand, cing it on her slightly swollen belly.
"Barbara, feel this, your grandchild is still here. I promise to take good care of him, and you must also
stay strong, waiting for your grandson to honor you in the future."
Barbara''s face showed contentment as she turned to look in Martin''s direction.
"I understand what you mean, rest now."
Barbara closed her eyes, and a nurse stepped forward to tend to her, allowing everyone to step out of
the room.
"What about that letter?" Once outside, Martin immediately pressed Emma again.
Emma took out a folded piece of paper from her bag and handed it over. Martin unfolded it and
instantly furrowed his brows.
"Remington, this handwriting looks like yours, but the strokes are slightly weaker, making it appear
more delicate, almost as if a woman tried to copy it. Take a look."
He handed the letter to Remington, who let go of Lizetta''s hand to take the letter.
Lizetta, however, felt a tightening in her chest, a bad premonition. Sure enough, she heard Evelina
speak up, "The handwriting looks like Remington''s, and it''s written by a woman. Could it be Sis''s
handwriting?"
Lizetta knew trouble was brewing but hadn''t anticipated it would arrive so swiftly. It was actually waiting
right there for her.
At this point, what more was there to misunderstand? She clenched her fist slightly, raising her eyes to
meet Remington''s, and spoke up.