After sending Christopher to his office, I met Nathan and Natalie at the entrance to my apartment. Both of them looked rather agitated and worried. This can’t be good.
“Dad, Aunt Natalie, is there something wrong?”
“Yvonne, help your cousin out, would you? She has suffered enough, don’t you think? If she ends up going to jail, it’ll be all over for her,” Nathan uttered solemnly, with a pleading look on his face.
I let out a sigh in response. Crystal has done so many ill deeds in the past. She’s made a lot of enemies because of that and they are now seeking revenge on her. Honestly, she deserves all of this. It was her own fault for doing all those dreadful things to others.
Whenever I looked at Crystal’s artworks back then, I always figured that the styles of her artworks were abnormally different from each other. Who would’ve thought that she didn’t actually create any of her own artworks.
Though I must say, her imitation skills are quite impressive.
“Dad, why don’t you ask Benson for his help instead. He has a close relationship with Crystal. Not to mention, he’s the successor of the Miller family. He must have a way to get her out of this quagmire.”
“We did try to look for him but to no avail. The current head of the Miller family doesn’t want to have anything to do with us. Please, Eve. Do this for the family, okay?” Nathan begged in a low voice. It was the first time I’d seen him like this.
The person begging in front of me right now is my father. Whenever he did something awful to me back then, I would just endure it by reminding myself that he’s my father.
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