Revenge Young Master

The Meeting of Two Relatives

　

　

　

A bright smile now rose at the corner of Evelyn's lips, after hearing someone through her mobile phone. The face that had been moody because of her husband's work this morning, now looks bright and bright.

Evelyn just got word from the hospital that Anastasia will be operated on tomorrow. Of course, which is handled and monitored directly by talented doctors and proficient in dealing with the disease suffered by Anastasia.

Of course it would be happy news for him. The woman he loves will soon have her health restored.

His smile was not easy from earlier. Hoping that Anastasia would recover and be able to get together with her again, the middle-aged woman had spent some time in the asylum.

Evelyn knew that the one who arranged all the facilities for Anastasia's operation must have been Aaron, the cruel man who had become her husband.

Evelyn sat her body on the edge of the bed. Pensively thinking of something that stuck in his heart. Who else if not Aaron. That guy's hard to guess. Just look at the evidence, just now Aaron played a trick on him, and moments later, Aaron set up Anastasia's operation.

What does that man really want.

On the one hand, Aaron always hurt his feelings and was always rude to him. However, on the other hand, Aaron always does things that sometimes make him happy. Which made his heart melt and again forgave all his bad attitude.

Evelyn really can't understand Aaron, the man often flips his heart and feelings. Aaron confused her, sometimes being nice, sometimes being bad. Although his rude attitude was more domineering than the others.

Evelyn hurried up. Today he planned to skip, and chose to visit Anastasia. Anastasia needs to be accompanied ahead of the operation that will be carried out tomorrow.

As she climbed down the stairs, Evelyn crossed paths with Chlarent, the woman was about to go upstairs.

"Evelyn, are you going to college?" stopped step.

"No Ma'am. I'm going to the hospital today. Mommy's going to have surgery tomorrow." Answer Evelyn.

Chlarent was rather surprised, "Certainly?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Then, I'll come with you. I'd really like to see your Mommy." Chlarent was impatient. Because it has been a long time since he wanted to visit his dying besi, but has not got a chance just to say hello.

Evelyn nodded, "Okay ma'am, I thought I'd go together."

"alright. Wait a minute, I'll get ready, come down first." Chlarent said, then continued up the stairs.

***

The two different women of that generation, entered a room that was very familiar to Evelyn. I don't know how many times he's set foot in this place.

Inside the room, two nurses had just finished checking on Anastasia. The two nurses greeted Evelyn and Chlarent before coming out of there.

Anastasia who was now sitting back leaning back smiled brightly when her daughter appeared in front of her. The body that was now a bit thin, could still quickly cupped Evelyn in his arms.

"Mommy..."

"You coming, baby?"

"Yes Mom. I'll be here until Mommy gets operated on tomorrow." she said, clasping Anastasia's hand tightly.

A moment ago, Chlarent stared at Anastasia with sadness. His heart grimaced when he saw this state of his relatives. Chlarent blames Aaron for this. Of course, Aaron took part in the suffering of this family.

"Ah Mom's. Familiarize. This is Chlarent's mother, my husband's mother." Evelyn quickly introduces the two middle-aged women, women who are now tied up in the relationship of her two sons and daughters.

The sad face that had been printed clearly on Chlarent's face, now smiled warmly. Staring at Anastasia with admiration, the woman who had given birth and educated a girl as strong as Evelyn.

Courteously, Chlarent extended his hand, "Greetings to Mrs Anastasia, introduce me to Chlarent, Aaron's adoptive mother." like a humble parent, Chlarent introduced herself.

The office was warmly welcomed by Anastasia, even though she felt the familiarity that just happened, when she first saw Chlarent.

"Don't call me that. Just call Anastasia, we're not messan."

It was very desirable for Chlarent to embrace, embrace that vulnerable body. Hopefully, it will reduce the pain he feels. But Chlarent had promised Evelyn before, not to show anything unusual before Anastasia. Evelyn was afraid, Anastasia returned in shock, if she knew one other shocking fact.

***

In a room. The actual room is underground, with minimal lighting. There is only one lamp that depends on the ceiling of the room. Extremely dim, its power was no more than five Watts, which of course could not illuminate the entire corner of the room.

A very pungent smell filled the nose, and the low temperature made the room feel moist. Anyone would not like to linger in such a space.

But not for a man sitting on a shabby-looking wooden chair. The man so enjoyed his time of silence in a spacious room away from the crowd.

A man of predictable age about mid-forty years. Having a sangar face, right in the vertical hemisphere of his right eye, there is an incision wound. Scary. Demoniacal. Two words that are suitable to interpret the form of the man's face.

The man sipped his pipe smoke, then exhaled his smoke in the air. The man enjoyed his solitude. No interference at all.

A while later, there was a sound of foot clattering that was slowly approaching and getting clearer in his ears.

"Damn. Why are you so comfortable living in this slum."

There was the swearing of a man with a heavy voice, who had just arrived before him. Sizzling does not like the man who is still sipping his pipe.

"If you don't like it, then don't come here" replied the man with a mark on his eye.

"If it wasn't for anything important, I wouldn't have come to this dumpster either!"

"Sucks." opens Solomon's black round hat, sitting on the same chair as the man.

The mysterious man smiled faintly, looking at his guest with an unusual look.

"Oh Mor, what an important thing is to make you come to this dumpster."

It did sound as if it did not care, but deep down the man was very curious. Not without reason, because this ally friend will not come to visit him, if there is nothing important.

The man called Mor is actually Morrone Towers. An ambitious old man who still has not repented, even though his death is in sight.

Morrone narrowed his eyes, as if the news he brought was indeed very important.

"Your lady..."

Just one word, but able to thrill the hard-hearted man's soul. His eyes took a sharp look at Morrone, ordering that the man continue his words. The man did not like to be hanged.

"Your lady took care of that damn kid!"