Evelyn Sherman's voice was drowned out by the wind, as Grace Yakov's car didn't stop, but instead drove straight past her.
She stood there, stunned, biting her lips.
She still wanted to tell her that, if she wanted to know whether a man named Rico Valdez used to live here, she could go to the relocation registry to ask.
If the man hadn't moved away a long time ago, there should be a record of him.
Evelyn Sherman curled her lips, took out her cell phone, and was about to send a message, but then she remembered Grace Yakov's reaction just then, sighed softly, and hesitated.
What if she went to check and still found no messages, wouldn't that be too much for her to bear?
Moreover, if she could think of this method, then surely Grace Yakov, being so smart, would have thought of it long ago, right?
Evelyn Sherman put her cell phone back in her pocket, hailed a car, and went to the hospital.
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Aiden Family Villa.
