CHAPTER 146: CHAPTER 146: A CHAOTIC AND DRAMATIC FAMILY

Janine also didn’t know these details.

"Someone got injured? That might be different. Let me ask when I get back. Didn’t the police contact you?"

Poppy Hale nodded.

"They did, but I don’t know much either."

From Poppy Hale’s perspective.

She only knew that Florence Lynch and Anya Archer were kidnapped, Stella Hollis was involved in extortion, and Stella’s family of three were arrested for investigation.

Since it’s a civil case, Stella should be safe.

She’s pregnant now.

Even if she’s imprisoned, she’d be released on medical grounds.

The police came several times, and based on the testimonies provided by Poppy Hale and Declan Hawthorne, along with the on-site surveillance, they pieced together what happened.

Everyone was anxious and upset seeing Poppy Hale lose her speech.

Truth Hale and Jackie Barrett both contacted many experts.

Each one said just let it run its course.

It’s a sudden condition, and it might resolve itself anytime.

However, she herself felt that this was actually good.

If she blurted out things, they often hurt people; it’s better to think carefully before deciding to speak.

After losing her voice, she surprisingly got a lot of ideas for sketching.

Fortunately, she had recently taken on a project from the Hawthorne Group, which allowed her to push back on some collaborations.

After Amber Yates and Janine left, Poppy Hale took out her equipment, brimming with inspiration.

The Hawthorne Group commissioned three drawings.

After finishing the three sketches, she sent them to Morgan Sloan using Finn Young’s account. The door to the hospital room was knocked again.

Florence Lynch looked up and called out.

"Uncle."

Poppy Hale turned off her equipment and looked over.

Sean Lynch stood there, looking a bit dazed, wearing clothes that seemed unchanged for days, and his face unshaved.

He looked more than just a little disheveled.

The whole person seemed lost and spiritless.

Those unaware might have thought he was mentally unstable.

The nurse, seeing Florence Lynch knew him, finally relaxed and left.

Otherwise, they would have thought he was some homeless person.

Poppy Hale looked at him and attempted to call out, but no sound came.

"Sean?"

Sean Lynch, in a dazed state, didn’t notice anything unusual about Poppy Hale.

He stumbled awkwardly into the room, nearly falling over.

Walking to a chair, Sean Lynch sat silently.

He stared at the hospital floor, his hands on his knees shaking continually.

Poppy Hale was somewhat worried about Sean Lynch’s health.

She texted Truth Hale, who was in Jackie Barrett’s room.

To ask Truth Hale to come and take Sean Lynch for a checkup.

When Truth Hale arrived, looking at Sean Lynch.

She immediately noticed something unusual about Sean Lynch.

She stepped forward and patted his shoulder.

"Sean? Are you okay? Come, let me take you for a checkup."

Seeing Sean Lynch’s current state, it was clear something was wrong.

He mumbled, "No need, I... I just came to sit."

Florence Lynch jumped out of bed to pour water for Sean Lynch, "Uncle, have some water."

Looking at the small, well-behaved and sensible Florence Lynch before him.

Her tiny white hands holding a water cup, standing on tiptoe to hand it to him. This gesture made Sean Lynch finally break down.

He took the water cup, placing it aside.

Bent over to hug Florence Lynch, but then realized his clothes were dirty.

His hands stopped mid-air, turned, covering his face, his shoulders shaking constantly.

The suppressed sobs, tears streaming down his fingers, and the torn pants, stained with blood sweatshirt, all looked pitifully disheveled.

Truth Hale felt a pang of empathy.

She sighed and said, "Cry if you must, cry it out, and then go solve your problems."

Sean Lynch shook his head, choked with sobs, "It can’t be solved anymore."

"My parents, because of the failure to meet food standards, were sued by many schools. My dad, forced me to bail Stella out."

His voice broke several times.

"I went, and my parents went with me."

"Auntie, I... How did I become such a failure?"

Sean Lynch’s voice was full of sobs, his body shaking like a sieve, teeth almost shattering, squeezing out a few broken words.

"I heard my dad say, say... the child in Stella’s belly is his."

After saying that, he seemed to lose all strength.

He collapsed into the chair.

The sound of crying carried a taste of blood in its suppression.

Truth Hale and Poppy Hale exchanged glances.

They both saw shock and sorrow in each other’s eyes.

And a bit of disgust.

Truth Hale’s first reaction was to close the door.

After all, it was also Sean Lynch’s family matter, so disgraceful.

After closing the door, Truth Hale couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.

Thinking about it, she went out to ask the nurse for an alcohol swab and handed it to Sean Lynch.

"Take care of yourself, your knee is broken."

Knees and elbows, all showing signs of abrasion.

No need to ask how they got there.

Fortunately, Poppy Hale also lived in a private room, with no one else there.

After Sean Lynch had cried enough, he picked up the water Florence Lynch had poured and drank it in one gulp.

He gulped it down, head tilted back.

Truth Hale sat by Poppy Hale’s bedside, a hint of pity in her eyes,

She spoke, "I also plan to sue your parents. You should be mentally prepared; perhaps it has a lot to do with your wife as well."

Sean Lynch was taken aback, then confusedly nodded.

His voice hoarse, "Am I a failure?"

His bedfellow and parents, originally should be the closest to him.

But now he realized.

He didn’t understand them at all.

He had fought with Eugene Lynch, but even so, it only made Sean Lynch feel lost.

On the way to the hospital, he fell several times and was mistaken for a homeless person.

Sean Lynch wiped the tears off his face.

Mixed with dirt and dust, his face was a blur.

"I thought, for that bit of money, she kidnapped Florence and Anya, even tried to kill Anya, and I just..."

"I thought she was just jealous, didn’t want me to be good to Anya, didn’t want me to contact Chloe. So I didn’t contact."

"In the end, she and my parents, loved not me."

It’s money.

They were the ones who seemed like a family.

Their eyes only saw money, not Sean Lynch.

In front of them, he was like a marionette, just a tool that follows orders.

He didn’t even know what they had done.

Sean Lynch calmed his emotions, self-mockingly said, "The police asked me some questions, I knew none of them, I didn’t participate in any of those things, that’s why they let me go."

The police were shocked, as Sean Lynch, being a member of the family, knew nothing at all.

To reach this level, was no small feat.

Truth Hale sighed several times.

"Your life is your own, how to live it, you still have to figure it out yourself."

Sean Lynch nodded.

"I want a divorce. Then... I’ll sort out my parents’ lawsuits first. If they won’t be sentenced, I’ll take them abroad, if sentenced... so be it."

On his way here.

He also figured out what he wanted to do afterward.

Truth Hale sighed once, "It’s best if you can figure it out."

Sean Lynch gave a bitter laugh.

"If I can’t, there’s nothing I can do. It’s my life. I still have Anya, I still need to leave him something."

The city of Arvum rests by the sea.

On the way to the hospital, Sean Lynch thought of heading to the seaside to end his life.

But when he reached the coastline, he thought of Anya Archer again.

He couldn’t die.

He had to spend the rest of his life making money desperately, giving Anya a stable future.

Sean Lynch chuckled.

"After all, with grandparents like this, what if Anya can’t become a public servant in the future? I must earn more to send to him, and our Florence, half of what uncle earns in the future, will belong to Florence."

Florence Lynch gently shook her head.

Grasped Sean Lynch’s dirty hand.

The girl’s pure and naive voice rang before Sean Lynch.

"I don’t want money, I just want uncle to be safe and happy."