Chapter 581

Is he my grandpa? But why does he feel like a stranger to me? Was it because he was the one who kicked my mom out?

Looking at the man in bed, she had mixed feelings about the whole issue.

It took her a while before she finally muttered, “Is my mom your daughter?”

“Yes… she is,” nodded Mr. Chapman, “and you should call me Grandpa.”

“But… I don’t feel any sort of connection here,” scoffed Ashlyn.

“How’s your mother? I wanted to ask you when I first saw you.” All Mr. Chapman wanted to know was about Fiona.

“My Dad told me she died in a car accident when I was eight years old,” Ashlyn said with her eyes close before she reopened them again.

“She’s dead? How’s that possible? She’s so young and talented. How could she die? It’s all my fault. I was heartless to drive her out.” Mr. Chapman wept silently. He was so weak on the bed and could only whine raspingly.

“Fiona…”

“Fiona…”

He felt his heart clenched and could hardly breathe.

Tears kept rolling down his cheeks as he wept. He cried like a lonely old man, who was mourning his last pain.

“Are you twenty-two this year?” Mr. Chapman wiped his tears and looked at Ashlyn with his teary eyes.

“Yes, I am.”

“Is your birthday in October?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s it. I don’t know how your mom got pregnant. She didn’t even tell us. I was so angry that I drove her out. I never thought that she would be so stubborn and left for good. Well, in the end, she still gave birth to you.” Mr. Chapman sighed before he continued, “We’ve been looking for her for so many years.

But there was no news of her. We really don’t get why she married your father.”

Ashlyn’s eyes narrowed slightly, and an extreme thought flashed across her mind, “So… there is a chance that Horace is not my father?”

“I don’t know if he’s your biological father,” said Mr. Chapman, “your Dad didn’t deserve your mom at all.”

Ashlyn felt her heart was beating fast. If Horace is not my father, then who is?

Her mind went blank.

Was my sister, who passed away with mom, Horace’s daughter?

She didn’t dare to think further.

It was as if she was stumped with a mind-boggling mystery.

And no matter how hard she wanted to solve it, she couldn’t.

After that, when she walked out of the ward, it was already two o’clock in the morning.

Her mind was in a mess.

Just when she was about to leave the ward, Mr. Chapman said again, “In order to make up for you and your mom, I’ve decided to leave the Chapman’s family business to you.”

Did Anthony know about this and wanted to kill Mr. Chapman for this? Is he involved in the car accident?

Ashlyn had no idea.

As soon as she came out of the ward, she saw a black Bentley parked at the gate.

Upon seeing her, the car window rolled down slowly and revealed a face of a handsome man. His icy look turned warm as soon as he saw Ashlyn.

Ashlyn got into the car and sat down beside him, “Why are you here?”

When she left, she was careful not to wake him up.

But still, he was awakened.

“To take you home.” Lucas went to and held her cold hand. He put her small hand into his large palm and held them tightly.

Ashlyn was so tired, so she put her head on his shoulder, “I’m a little tired.

“Then you should probably take a nap. I’ll let you know when we reach home.” Lucas’s low and deep voice was like mellow wine, richly indulging.

Suddenly, the woman next to him raised her head and reached out her hands to clasp his shoulders.