Chapter 83 Hearing a Secret
"Gabriella, you've lost millions of dollars over the past few days, and you also lost millions yesterday. Do you think the Ryker family has a fortune of billions?
"It's been less than a month, and you've gambled away tens of millions. That's almost our company's total net profit for three or four years. Times are tough, and it's hard to make money now. I was counting on this investment. But here you are, you lost all of the money in less than a month,"
Eleanor recognized it was Timothy, her foster father, talking.
"Honey, I didn't want things to go this way. After losing tens of millions, I thought I would be lucky and win the money back, but it only got worse."
"Honey, I promise I won't gamble again. Can you please forgive me this time?" she pleaded in an overly sweet voice.
Hearing the concern in Gabriella's voice, Timothy's tone softened.
Gabriella had been upset by a string of bad luck lately. Just yesterday, she lost 6 million dollars and passed out because she was so angry and refused to accept it. She was rushed to the hospital immediately.
Her blood pressure was spiking, and she felt her head was spinning. She nearly died this time.
While Gabriella had gambled before, she had never had such bad luck as this month.
Eleanor couldn't sneer as she listened to their conversation.
It seemed that they had accumulated wealth over the years, but the Ryker family was far from wealthy.
However, Michael got most of the money.
Timothy could never outwit Michael who was young but cunning and ruthless.
Sebastian noticed that the elevator had come, but Eleanor remained still. She was sneering at Timothy and Gabriella nearby, her eyes filled with resentment.
Sebastian thought of the information Christian had dug up.
She bore a striking resemblance to that Eleanor.
Waylon knew the reason behind Eleanor's expression and what she thought.
He gently swayed his mother's fingers and said, "It's time for us to go."
Eleanor snapped out of it and looked down at him. She forced a stiff smile and replied, "Alright."
As she was just about to leave, she heard Timothy's voice.
"Mr. Moore," Timothy was healthy in his fifties and seemed intimidating when he looked at others with sharp eyes.
Though he was older than Sebastian, he still had to address him as Mr. Moore.
Sebastian nodded at Timothy.
As Eleanor lifted her gaze, she saw Timothy and the lilies held by Gabriella. Her body shivered.
She hadn't carried any allergy medication with her.
It was peculiar that she had an allergy to lilies among all kinds of flowers.
"Well, it isn't Mr. Moore and Mrs. Moore? What brings you to the hospital?" Gabriella asked while staring at Eleanor.
She had been having nightmares since she saw this familiar face.
Timothy now noticed Eleanor standing by Sebastian's side.
He paused and looked at her familiar face with scrutinizing eyes. He asked, "Is that you, Ellie?"
Eleanor gave a polite smile and responded, "Sir, it seems you've mistaken me for someone else. I am named Eleanor, but I don't know you."
Timothy was surprised because this woman looked really like her.
If she were that Eleanor, he had much to worry about. That Eleanor had died a horrible death. She was unmarried and pregnant. To keep this a secret, he asked his wife to have Eleanor locked up.
When she was about to give birth, he threatened her with the baby and forced her to give him the recipe of Fragrant Pill. Mercilessly, Michael had burned her to death in a warehouse.
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