His Precious Love

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.

heart tighten, Sandy probed,

me a call, asking me to see him. By the time I arrived, he had put a gun into his mouth

thinking that Alfred

by Boniel. Helpless to save you, he was probably overwhelmed by

“Boniel promised me that he wouldn’t harm Sylvester. How

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 him hypnotized to forget the incident. Fortunately, he grew up to be an

face buried in her hands, tears flowing through the gaps

her husband and son to live a good life. Unfortunately, she was devastated

me behind…” Sandy bawled in despair. “What’s the point of all my suffering then? I might

all of you were dead, all my hair turned grey. And now that you’re alive, you can’t

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

“But you’re his mother…”

has grown up into a fine young man. I don’t want him to learn of the past, so I beg

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

to shake her head

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

gripped Sandy the moment

the grim expression that descended upon his face, Curtis took off his jacket and handed it to the housekeeper.

ushering him away. “You

stared at Sandy as he inquired in

“That’s right. We’re done,

“In that

it’s… it’s…” Alfred stuttered before adding, “actually, she’s a salesperson. She’s crying because I scolded

up from the sofa. “Old Mr.

she tried to leave in a hurry, Curtis

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

I’m not.” Sandy forced an awkward smile while suppressing

have you come

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