The bag in her hand suddenly fell to the ground.
No, it's impossible...
How could Chester Yale know that Harry is his son and took him away...
Evelyn Sherman came to her senses, quickly picked up the bag, took out her cell phone, and her hands were shaking so much that she could barely hold the phone.
Opening the contact list, she stared intently at Chester Yale's name. After a while, she mustered the courage to dial the number.
"Doot——Doot——"
The call went through, but no one answered.
Just when Evelyn Sherman was about to despair, the call was finally picked up.
"Hello?" The man's deep magnetic voice carried an unwavering coldness.
"..." Upon hearing his voice, Evelyn Sherman's throat suddenly choked up, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.
How should she ask?
Ask if he knows that Harry is his son?
Aask him why he took Harry away?
Or ask him if he could return Harry to her?
