The next second, his eyes fell on the box at her feet.
"No, nothing, just packing up some useless stuff." Evelyn Sherman stood in front of him, pretending to be relaxed.
"What useless stuff? Let me take a look." Chester Yale loosened his hand, walked past her, and approached the box. As soon as his hand touched the box, Evelyn screamed.
He paused, turned his head to glance at her, and frowned.
"You just said you'd accompany me somewhere tomorrow. Where?" Evelyn's big, crystal-clear eyes shimmered as she looked intently at him.
"To the hospital." Chester's dark eyes narrowed, and his thin lips moved slightly.
Her mother's condition had worsened rapidly. Professor Ross had called him, and it was only a matter of days before her mother passed away.
He didn't want to tell her too early, as he didn't want her to bear too much and be able to spend her last moments with her family carefree.
But now, there was no need to hide it anymore.
She could meet Professor Ross tomorrow.
