"Prepare a document for me and deliver it to the hospital." A hint of gloom lingered in his narrow eyes as he called his personal lawyer.
In the Hughes Family, the eldest son always had certain advantages, so now this child was essentially his weapon. How could he not use it wisely?
The woman on the sickbed was still sleeping. It seemed as though childbirth had drained all her energy; her complexion was pale, like a lifeless doll.
The man with a somber face walked to the bedside, picked up her fingers, pressed them into the ink pad, and then pressed her fingerprints onto several documents. He closed the files and wiped her pale, cold hands clean before placing them back under the blanket, gazing at the woman on the bed without a trace of emotion.
Evelyn weakly opened her eyes and saw the man sitting on a chair not far away.
He was Joshua Hughes' brother. The man from that night was not Joshua, but him.
