"I donât think so..." Yvonne replied with a finger tapping her lips, unsure.
Henry said that he did not blame her but he was upset toward the end. Yvonne was uncertain if he
was actually angered. It was too difficult to figure that man out!
Not knowing Yvonne's thoughts, Lynette believed what she said. "Looks like Mr. Lancaster is really
a gentleman. He isnât even angry at you."
"Gentle?" Yvonne repeated to herself.
Perhaps... Henry was gentle, but it was rarely toward her. All his tenderness was reserved for that
woman named Jacqueline! 1
Thinking about it, it was like a needle that pricked Yvonne's heart. It felt sore and painful.
"Okay, Lyn, thatâs it for now. Iâm leaving. I'll be back again after a few days." Yvonne forced a smile
as she zipped her suitcase up and suppressed her emotions.
Lynette nodded reluctantly. "Letâs go, Iâll send you off."
"Mm."
Pulling the suitcase, both of them hooked arms as they exited the hotel.
Joe had been waiting in the car. When he saw both of them approaching, he got down from the
vehicle.
"Miss Frey, are you done packing?" Joe looked at the suitcase in Yvonne's grip.
The girl nodded. "Yup."
"You can give me your suitcase and get in the car first, Miss Frey.â Joe extended his hand to take
over the suitcase and put it in the trunk.
Yvonne watched him for several seconds without saying anything, exclaiming at his competence as
Henry's right-hand man due to his ability to switch around addressing her as Miss Frey and madam
so naturally depending on who they were around. He was not even worried about making a blunder.
"Yvonne, I'll go back first then." Lynette waved at Yvonne to bid her goodbye.
Yvonne caught herself and hummed softly. "Okay, go ahead."
Lynette gave her a hug before going back to the hotel.
Yvonne got in the car and Joe asked her from the front, "Do you have a good relationship with her,
madam?"
"Sheâs my only friend,â Yvonne answered with a smile.
Joe nodded. "She looks concerned for you, madam."
"Mm, Lyn and I have known each other for many years. Sheâs my best friend. She's helped me a lot
in certain aspects.â
"I see," Joe replied ambiguously and kept quiet.
Yvonne could not figure out what he meant by asking these things, but she was not in the mood to
guess, turning her head toward the window.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the hospital.
When Yvonne lugged her suitcase into the ward, Henry was making a call resting on the hospital
bed. H e had merely glanced at her when he saw her enter before shifting his gaze away.
It was not like Yvonne was hoping that he would welcome her, so she was unfazed by his
aloofness. She squatted down at a corner quietly and opened her suitcase to unpack and place her
items.
To prevent herself from disturbing Henry, Yvonneâs actions were soft and gentle, making close to no
sound. Hence, when Henry was done with the phone call, she was still unpacking her belongings.
"Yvonne Frey, did you move everything here?" Henry asked in a low voice when he espied what she
unpacked. Was this woman moving houses?
Yvonne zipped up the empty suitcase and placed it aside. "Yeah, I don't have much with me so I
moved everything over to make it easier. I have to use all of them anyway."
"You call this not much?â Henry frowned.
His table was fully occupied. When he saw half of the pile as bottles of medicines, however, he
swallowed his words about asking her to place her things back to where they were.
"Alright. Pass me the laptop over there." Henry pointed at the device behind the girl.
Yvonne did as she was told. "You're going to work?"
"Mm."
"Are you sure? You're now..."
"Shut up!"
Choked, Yvonne clamped her mouth shut sadly. She was just concerned about him and wanted to
tell him that it was better to rest more when he had just completed the surgery. Nonetheless, he did
not want t o hear even a word from her.
If it were Jacqueline, he probably would not have reacted that way. 1
Yvonneâs gaze dimmed as she looked down, exuding a depressed aura.
Henry who noticed the vibe looked at her with narrowed eyes. "What is it again this time?"
"Nothing." Yvonne lowered her head.
Henry did not shift his gaze away, staring at her with his deep eyes until she felt unsettled.
"Uh..." Yvonne shrunk. "Are you hungry?"
Henry pressed his lips together without answering.
Yvonne clenched her hands. "I'll go buy some food if
you haven't eaten."
She would also buy some for herself. She did not have the appetite to eat in the hotel when all she
had in mind was him. Now that she was with him, she was starting to feel hungry.
"How would you know how to buy food here?" Henry raised a brow.
Yvonne fished out her phone and shook it in front of him with a bragging grin. "I downloaded a
translation app in the oar."
"Hah, looks like youâre still kinda smart." Henry rubbed his keyboard. He should have guessed it. If
she was not at least quick-witted, how could she persuade his grandfather and make the old man
ask him to bring her here?
"Nah, I just thought of it suddenly." Yvonne could not help blushing as she thought that Henry was
actually praising her.
The corners of Henryâs lips twitched. "Sure, go ahead. Come back soon."
"Mm, I'll go now. Do you want anything, Henry?"
"Anything's fine, as long as it's mild."
"Okay, I'll get going then."
Yvonne waved and pranced out of the ward gleefully.
Just as she left, Joe came in with a grim look. "Mr. Lancaster, the firm called just now to inform us
that there's news regarding Young Mr. Lancaster." "Really?" Henry shut his laptop with a snap.
Joe nodded seriously. "Yes, but the news isn't much.â
"Speak now. Is my younger brother still alive?" Henry clenched his jaw, a sliver of impatience in his
usually cold and composed eyes.
"You're right, Mr. Lancaster. Young Mr. Lancaster is still alive. The firm has searched the world's
DNA bank according to Young Mr. Lancaster's baby hair and finally found his track. Ten years ago,
Young Mr. Lancaster appeared in a plastic surgery clinic in South Korea.â
"Plastic surgery?" Henryâs hands gripped the edge of his laptop.
Joe looked at him before saying, "Yes. The firm is guessing that Young Mr. Lancaster could've
gotten a plastic surgery from this finding."
"Did they find out who brought him there?" Henry looked solemn as his eyes burned with wrath.
It was impossible that someone would go for plastic surgery for no reason. Moreover, his younger
brother was not even fifteen years old four years ago. He found it hard to believe that no one was
behind this decision. It was because his younger brother was abducted by Lancaster's nemesis
back then!
"No, the firm's only managed to find this. The rest of it seems to be an intentional wipe as they
couldn't find out more." Joe shook his head in regret.
Henry was not too surprised but he was still disappointed.
"Joe, why do you think that person abducted my younger brother back then?" Henry's eyes were
cast down. No one could see the emotions behind them, but from the frigid air he exuded, it was
clear that his wrath was still brewing.
Joe lowered his head and spoke of his speculation unsurely, "I heard from the master that Young
Mr.
Lancaster was kidnapped by the Lancasters' nemesis. I s it possible that the person's abducted him
to groom him and make him get revenge on the Lancasters?"
"Grandpa and I thought about this before, but weâve never come to a conclusion. Now that itâs
known that my younger brotherâs gotten plastic surgery, I think that's probably the reason." Henry
smirked. 1
Perhaps the person behind the abduction made his younger brother get plastic surgery for fear of
the plan failing because his younger brother looked similar to him or his parents.
"If that's the case, why don't we investigate the Lancastersâ nemeses directly? Maybe we can find
Young Mr. Lancaster faster this way!" Joe suggested to Henry.