CHAPTER 583: CHAPTER 583: DON’T THINK YOU CAN FOOL ME

"No, it can’t be..."

Lars Alden shook his head slightly, his eyes vacant as he refuted.

"If he’s alive, then why doesn’t he—"

Halfway through his sentence, Lars stopped abruptly.

He seemed to remember something, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he swallowed.

Evelyn Clayton noticed this small expression and hurriedly asked, "What did you think of?"

Lars looked up at Evelyn, his voice hoarse as he spoke, "My— my father, three months after he passed away, someone gave my mom money and a house. Together, all of it amounted to nearly ten million yuan."

Upon hearing this, Evelyn immediately clenched her hand.

She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and then calmly continued to ask, "How old were you at that time?"

"Around fourteen or fifteen..." Lars said dazedly, "At that time, that person said it was compensation from my dad’s workplace because the company was short on cash, so they gave a house."

Hatred spread from her heart.

If she was correct, the money given to Morgan Alden’s family was a "reward" and "compensation" for Morgan Alden’s services to that person.

Morgan Alden was imprisoned, and perhaps he himself didn’t know that the person who orchestrated the matter had completely erased his social identity.

If nothing unexpected happened, Morgan Alden would probably spend the rest of his life behind bars.

However, since the orchestrator behind all this is so powerful, why didn’t he just kill Morgan Alden and be done with it?

This thought flashed through Evelyn’s mind.

She leaned in slightly, her tone urgent, "So, since your family received so much money and a house back then, why don’t you have money to treat your wife’s illness?"

Evelyn understood that while leukemia is financially draining, it shouldn’t bankrupt a family with assets over ten million.

What was the reason for Lars Alden’s current poverty?

"After my mom got the money..." Pain flashed in Lars’s eyes, "She— she remarried."

Evelyn was slightly taken aback, "What?"

Lars was silent for a long time before continuing, "The year after my mom got the money, she remarried. She left me to live with my grandmother. Five years ago, shortly after I got married, my grandmother passed away, and since then, whenever I tried to contact my mother, she barely responded."

Evelyn’s throat tightened.

She took a long time to recover, steeled her heart, and continued to ask, "So, you don’t know much about Morgan Alden’s situation, is that right?"

Lars lowered his eyelids, and only after a long time did he look up at Evelyn.

His eyes were lifeless, yet there was a faint, indescribable spark deep within them.

"Miss Clayton, I wish I could help you... But I really only know this much. If— if you really want to find out more, perhaps you should ask my mother, it might be more effective."

Evelyn’s lips moved slightly, but she remained silent.

Lars took a deep breath and continued, "But I hope that you can help me, help me take care of my wife... I know, her illness might not be curable."

"I just want— I just want her last days to be somewhat comfortable."

Evelyn quietly gazed at Lars for a long time.

She couldn’t help but feel a little pity for this man whose life experiences mirrored her own.

But reason told Evelyn she couldn’t give in.

Steeling her resolve, Evelyn spoke slowly.

"I can agree to your request. But Lars, you better not deceive me. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what actions I might take."