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…”

but.” Finn said in a firm tone, “If you don’t want

been loyal to me for so many years. Even if

He knew Finn was affectionate and righteous, so

But fate was unfair.

raised his hand to wipe the tears in his eyes and then focused

the black car followed the Rolls–Royce all the way to the

Rolls–Royce stopped at the entrance of the amusement park. Savanna walked out of the passenger seat and opened

cowhide and leggings. His top and hat both had houndstooth. His skin was fair, and his facial features were

parked the car, and the mother walked to the amusement park, holding their

the past, when he had had autism, he had been most afraid of places that had many people. At that time,

school, not only did he become unafraid of people, but

the rotating Ferris wheel in front of him

Do you see the small carriages hanging on it?” Brandon walked over with his long legs. He picked up Tye and wrapped

in his

son wants

for the first stop of

a wheelchair and was pushed

wool coat and a thick blanket wrapped around his legs.

on the Ferris

half of the amusement park. Gerald wheeled Finn

looked up at the Ferris wheel that Brandon and his family were on. Through the glass, Finn could vaguely

were comfortably seated. Brandon took a camera

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

Every time they went out, she would take hundreds

that Lilia often showed him two identical photos

and unconsciously revealed a smile,

that he could no longer be forced to take and pick photos by her

married. When they were

would never have

eyelashes cast a shadow on

cold as if Finn

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