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 Daryl

years. Even if I die, I won’t treat

He knew Finn was affectionate and righteous, so he

But fate was unfair.

tears in his

black car followed the Rolls–Royce all the way to

of the passenger seat and opened the

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

mother walked to the amusement park,

past, when he had had autism, he had

special school, not only did he become unafraid of people, but he was also full of

to the rotating Ferris wheel in

it?” Brandon walked over with his long legs.

nodded with excitement in his eyes. “I

wants to try

his wife’s delicate hand and headed for the first stop of the amusement park, the Ferris

in a wheelchair and was pushed by

wrapped around his legs. His face was ashen, which was

are on the Ferris wheel,” Gerald

Ferris wheel could overlook more than half of the amusement park. Gerald wheeled Finn to a blind spot. “You

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

of three sat happily. Savanna held Tye. The mother and son were comfortably seated. Brandon took a camera and sat opposite to take photos of

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

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

that troubled Finn the most was that Lilia often showed him two identical photos and asked him which

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

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

get married. When they were bored, they would start

they would never

and his eyelashes

and felt cold

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