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

many years.

affectionate and righteous, so he was worried about Finn’s

But fate was unfair.

tears in his eyes and then focused on

the Rolls–Royce

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

and hat both had

the car, and the mother walked to

park. In the past, when he had had autism, he had been most afraid of places that had many

did he become unafraid of people, but he was also full of curiosity

wheel?” Tye pointed to the rotating Ferris

with his long legs. He picked

his eyes.

go, honey. Our son wants to try the Ferris

headed for the first stop

was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed by Gerald toward

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

on the Ferris wheel,” Gerald

Ferris wheel could overlook more than half of the amusement park. Gerald wheeled Finn to a blind spot. “You won’t feel the

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

mother and son were comfortably seated. Brandon took a

suddenly remembered Lilia pestering him

Lilia was a shutterbug. Every time they went out, she would take hundreds of

showed him two identical photos and asked him which one was

a smile, but the next

that he could no longer be forced to

graduated, they would get married. When they were

never have a

his eyelashes cast

felt cold as if Finn

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