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…”

“If you don’t want Daryl to ruin

many years. Even if I die,

wet. He knew Finn was affectionate and righteous, so he was worried about

But fate was unfair.

hand to wipe the tears in

followed the Rolls–Royce all the way to the

out of the passenger seat and opened the

was wearing a pair of cowhide and leggings. His top and hat both had houndstooth. His skin was fair, and his facial features

the car, and the mother walked to

the past, when he had had autism, he had been most afraid of places that had many people. At that time, he wanted to hide every time he saw many

at a special school, not only did he become unafraid of people, but he was

big wheel?” Tye pointed to the rotating Ferris wheel

wheel. Do you see the small carriages hanging on it?” Brandon walked over with his long legs.

nodded with excitement in his eyes. “I want

Our son wants to try the

his wife’s delicate hand and headed for the first stop of

a wheelchair and was

wrapped around his legs. His face

the Ferris wheel,”

amusement park. Gerald wheeled Finn to a

wheel that Brandon and his family were on. Through the glass, Finn could

of three sat happily. Savanna held Tye. The mother and son were comfortably seated. Brandon took a

suddenly remembered Lilia pestering

shutterbug. Every time they went out, she would take hundreds of photos. She would pick the good ones, photoshop them, and post them on all kinds of social

showed him

revealed a smile, but the next second, the smile

he remembered that he could no longer be forced to take and pick

promised that when Lilia graduated, they would get married. When they were bored, they would start

they would never

eyelashes cast a shadow

to him and felt cold as if

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