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?”

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

thinking that Alfred was

save you, he was probably

believe her ears. “Boniel promised me that he wouldn’t harm Sylvester. How could he be dead?

what happened. I couldn’t bring myself to lie to you. Curtis was present when his father killed himself and was traumatized by the scene. In my fear that something untoward would happen to him, I had

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

a good life. Unfortunately, she

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

of you were dead, all my hair turned grey. And now

Sandy grabbed Alfred’s hand and pleaded, “Don’t tell him. He has suffered enough. Just pretend that I’m still

“But you’re his mother…”

fine young man. I don’t want him to learn of the past, so

sure he’ll understand. Are you really satisfied with just watching

shake

acquiesce to her wishes. Just as he was about to speak, the door opened abruptly, and

Sandy the

upon his face, Curtis took off his jacket and handed it to the housekeeper. Entering the living room,

the intent of ushering him away. “You must be hungry. I’m famished too. Let’s go have something to

at Sandy as

We’re done, and

brows furrowed. “In that case, why

“actually, she’s a salesperson. She’s crying because I scolded her over the

her tears, Sandy got up from the sofa. “Old Mr. Faymon, I’m

she tried to leave in a hurry, Curtis

voice.” Curtis gave her a solemn look. “You were the one who called Rayna and told

not.” Sandy forced an awkward smile while suppressing the emotion in

response, Curtis sneered, “The mistake isn’t mine! Why have you come to the Faymon residence?

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