Falling Overnight

Chapter 113 In Edgar's Mansion

Terry took a step forward seriously and said respectfully, "Yes, Boss. I won't let you down"

Crystal did not respond. She didn't need any response at all. What she thought was that since Edgar was highly alert, she would put the matter of the Luo group aside first and help Colin to make up for her failure.

It was nearly midnight when they finished their discussion. Crystal left the big building and she drove back to the apartment arranged for her by Toby. She had to make some preparations for her break into the Edgar's mansion.

As soon as Crystal entered the apartment, she hurriedly threw off the eight centimeter high heels and changed the clothes that made her feel uncomfortable. She was Crystal. She didn't like to be Lena.

However, she also knew that it would be inconvenient to come back with the identity of Crystal. There were some things that she couldn't do. If she returned in the name of ivy, there would be more trouble.

Later, she casually leaned on the sofa, scattered her hair, and took out a newspaper from the table with her slender fingers. His eyebrows furrowed as the content of the newspaper went deeper and deeper.

"It is reported that Ivy has not killed Scott. It is said that the reason why he dies is because an employee who was fired by Scott in the company. This employee hated Scott so much that she entered the hospital without letting him know. She plotted it on Ivy who came to the hospital to visit him."

Her hand, in which the newspaper was held tightly. She was proved to be innocent, and she said to herself with self mockery, "Have you seen that, Ivy? You are not a prisoner anymore. Now you have your freedom back. Have you seen it? Your freedom was exchanged by someone else. Huh! The reports are really ridiculous. Some people really believe that the obvious lies are the reasons for your innocence, and that all happened after you disappeared. Huh! What was he going to do? Did he regret for treating you like this? "

Then, she crumpled up the newspaper and threw it into the trash can. She knew clearly that there was no need to guess the matter that she was clarified. It must be Edgar who did it. She clearly remembered that in the suburb Edward said, Mr. Scott's death was caused by him.

She didn't know why Edgar was so cruel to kill his father, but Edward was Edgar's right-hand man. He couldn't have lied to Edgar.

What's more, Edgar helped her clarify her suspicion. Did he regret for what he had done to her? Ivy was dead, Paul, Megan, and even her child! He regretted it, huh! How ridiculous!

As the night grew darker and darker, Crystal finally raised her head and looked at the watch hanging on the wall. She bit her lip coldly. Time was up. It would be an unpeaceful night tonight.

So she stood up, changed into a leather jacket and leather pants, and wore a black leather cap. Then she took out a mask and put it on her face. Her mask was generally the same as that of the man. The only difference was that there was a dancing butterfly carved on her mask.

She carved this butterfly herself and found out somehow that she liked it very much.

Sh took her daggers and turned around to go out of the door.

In the Edgar's Mansion.

The house used to be a very lively place with Finn and Scott. There were also a group of servants and the butler. They talked about the daily details with whisper. Mr. Scott and his wife loved each other very much, and there were also some surprises when Mr. Edgar came back home from time to time.

The house was now very quiet. Only the pictures of Edgar's parents were left in the empty house.

At the moment, two luxury cars stopped downstairs.

Edgar, wearing a white casual suit, got off the car slowly. He turned around and carried a little cute boy out of the car.

"Daddy, is this where grandpa and grandma used to live?"

He wore a white T-shirt, a pair of cute backstage pants and a pair of white shoes. Hilary looked like a younger Edgar, so handsome. However, the eyes of Hilary were not like that of Edgar, who had a pair of cold and deep eyes. However, Hilary's eyes were clear and innocent.

Afterwards, Edward got off from another car. He wore very plain clothes today instead of a formal suit. On the contrary, he wore tight grey clothes.

"Edgar, are you really taking Hilary here? Isn't he too young? " Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Yes, he had heard from Edgar that he would bring Hilary to the Luo mansion, which really gave him a fright. He was just three years old. He was only three years old. Would it be inappropriate to tell his grandparents's death? Would he be frightened if he was too young? Edward was worried!

But Edgar had made up his mind! He would not change his idea easily.

Then, Edgar raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "the offspring of Luo family is never a coward. He is supposed to know something. This is also an opportunity for him. "

Hearing that Edgar insisted on going inside, Edward could say nothing but follow him.

The fancy and elegant room was the same as before. Edgar sent people to clean it every day, demanding them not to touch anything here. And maintain their original state.

Edgar took Hilary to the room where the portrait of Mr. and Mrs. Scott was placed.

Edward followed them.

"Hilary, kneel down!"

Edgar knelt down in front of the portrait and ordered with a look at Hilary.

"Okay!"

The next minute, the babyish boy knelt down in front of the portrait, right next to Edgar.

It seemed that "grandparents" was strange to him, because he had never seen them before. However, when he looked at the portrait with his clear eyes, he suddenly felt that they were really standing in front of him.

"Daddy, where are grandpa and grandma? Why do you only allow me to see their photos? "

Hilary, three years old, had no idea what the portrait was? And he don't know why the person he saw was not grandpa and grandma themselves, but the portrait of them. "

Edgar, who was next to them, said in a mature voice, "Grandparents have gone to another world, and we only belong to here, so what you only see their portraits."

Edgar didn't tell him that they were dead but told him that they had gone to another world. He knew his child would understand.

Unlike other children of the same age, Hilary was brilliant when he was three years old. On the contrary, he had learned a lot and, of course, understood a lot of things.