Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 338 This Is No Time For Jokes

Unable to hold her emotions back any longer, Sandy wailed as she buried her face in Alfred’s shoulders. Even the butler felt for her.

With his heart going out to her, Alfred patted her on the back to provide comfort.

Once Sandy had cried enough, Alfred invited her into the house and asked in a concerned tone, “Xandra, where have you been over the last twenty years? How did all this happen?”

Wiping her tears away, she explained softly, “Back then, I attended a dinner with Sylvester related to an investment project. During that dinner, I ran into Boniel Terblanc…”

Alfred’s brows furrowed, “The Terblanc family from Yartran?”

Sandy nodded.

She proceeded to relate everything that happened to Alfred, including her reason for coming to Norwal City. After the blood clot in her brain was removed, she regained her memories and saw Curtis a few times in secret.

Trembling in rage, Alfred slammed his cup on the table. “What they’ve done is too much! If I had investigated further and found out that the Terblanc family was behind this, I would have gone all out against them!”

Pieces of the shattered cup subsequently fell onto the ground.

Worried that Alfred’s emotions would affect his health, Sandy hurried over to calm him down. “Dad, that’s all in the past now. You have to watch your health.”

The teary-eyed Alfred looked at her intently. “Xandra, I failed you. If only I had… All I did was engross myself with Curtis and Faymon Group…”

Sandy shook her head. “Don’t say that, Dad. I know you had no choice back then. Even if you continued the investigations, you would only learn of my death, which would end the search for me.”

Holding her hand, Alfred let out a sigh.

Not wanting Alfred to worry, Sandy changed the topic. “Dad, where’s Sylvester?”

“He…” Alfred threw her a hesitant glance, unable to bring himself to tell her.

As she felt her heart tighten, Sandy probed, “Did Boniel harm him?”

gave me a call, asking me to see him. By the time I arrived, he had put a gun into his mouth and shot himself, in front

eyes widened, thinking that Alfred was

might have known about your kidnap by Boniel. Helpless to save you, he

to herself, unable to believe her ears. “Boniel promised me that he wouldn’t harm Sylvester. How could he be

father killed himself and was traumatized by

Sandy wept with her face buried in her hands, tears flowing through the gaps of

all her sacrifices would allow her husband and son to live a good life. Unfortunately, she was

leave me behind…” Sandy bawled in despair. “What’s the point of all

thought all of you were dead, all my hair turned grey. And now that you’re alive,

hand and pleaded, “Don’t tell him. He has suffered enough. Just

“But you’re his mother…”

into a fine young man. I don’t want him to learn

“I’m sure he’ll understand. Are you really satisfied with just watching him from

continued to shake her head

to acquiesce to her wishes. Just as he was about to speak, the door opened abruptly, and in walked Curtis, who was greeted by the

Sandy the moment she saw

handed it to the housekeeper. Entering the living room, he focused his sharp gaze

him with the intent of ushering him away. “You must be hungry. I’m famished too. Let’s

Curtis stared at Sandy as he inquired in

nodded. “That’s right. We’re done, and she’s just about

that

a salesperson. She’s crying because I scolded her over the outrageous requests

tears, Sandy got up from the sofa. “Old Mr.

leave in a hurry,

recognize your voice.” Curtis gave her a solemn look. “You were the one

Sandy forced an

have you come to the Faymon residence? Did Jefferson send

dare reply as she tried to struggle free from Curtis’s grasp to