Chapter 508 The Man in Black

“Follow him.”

In the back seat of the black car, Finn’s pale face was hidden in the darkness.

He had been getting seriously ill these days, and his face was almost bloodless, as pale as a sheet.

He quickly lost weight. His face, which had been angular, to begin with, was now skinny. His cheekbones were covered with a thin layer of skin as if they could break through at any time.

Gerald started the car and followed behind Brandon’s car. A heart–wrenching cough came from the back seat again. The smell of blood spread in the air.

Finn coughed out blood again. The frequency of his cough recently rose sharply.

Gerald saw his increasingly pale face from the rearview mirror in the car and said with distress, “Mr. Orwell, why don’t you go back? I will follow Mr. Cassel. If anything happens, I will report it to you immediately.”

“No, I have to watch him myself. The right opportunity is fleeting. I don’t have that much time.”

Finn frowned and quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief. This time, he vomited a large pool of blood, and the entire handkerchief was soaked.

“Mr. Orwell, let’s go back to the hospital. You can’t do this!” Gerald held the steering wheel tightly and even wanted to turn directly to the hospital. “Dr. Sharp said that you should stay in the hospital and recuperate now.”

Finn didn’t want to listen to Gerald’s preaching. Finn was tortured by the illness and felt uncomfortable.

“Will being hospitalized help me get better? It’s just a difference of three months and two months. It’s meaningless for me to stay in the hospital and live for another month!”

The reason why Finn was fatigued by a long journey while being sick was that he wanted to arrange everything before he died.

Finn was unwilling to let his useless cousin, Daryl, be the heir to the Orwell family. He must get this problem fixed before he died.

If Finn didn’t make preparations, that bastard Daryl would definitely make a move on Lilia when Finn died.

Daryl was a madman who could do anything. Finn would never allow Lilia to be threatened.

“But Mr. Orwell…”

no but.” Finn said in a firm tone, “If you don’t want

many years. Even if I die, I won’t treat you

was affectionate and righteous, so he

But fate was unfair.

raised his hand to wipe the tears in his

Rolls–Royce all the way

out of the passenger seat and opened the door of the back seat of the car, taking Tye

had houndstooth. His skin was

walked to

the past, when he had had autism, he had been most

training at a special school, not only did he become unafraid

the

see the small carriages hanging on it?” Brandon walked over with his long legs. He picked up Tye and wrapped him around his arm. “You can

with excitement in his eyes. “I want to

wants to try

and headed for the first stop of the amusement park, the Ferris

sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed by Gerald toward the amusement

but Finn was wearing a wool coat and a thick blanket wrapped around his legs. His face was

the

the amusement park. Gerald wheeled Finn to a blind spot. “You won’t feel

and his family were on. Through the glass, Finn could vaguely

Tye. The mother and son were comfortably seated. Brandon

was a little absent–minded. He suddenly remembered Lilia pestering him to take photos when they had

time they went out, she would take hundreds of photos.

the most was that Lilia often showed him two identical photos

of that and unconsciously revealed a smile, but the next second, the smile

longer be forced to take

would get married. When they were bored,

would never

lowered his head, and his eyelashes cast a

to him and felt cold as if Finn had been

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