It's Love That Blinds Him
It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 130

When Lucia returned to Milan, she found that Lowell no longer seemed to be busy and became inactive. There were still a few days left before the time they planned to leave Italy. Lowell served as our guide in person. He took Lucia and Kathryn to Venice, Pisa and Florence… Five days later, they left Italy.

They boarded the plane and flew out of Italy. On the way back to S City, Lucia’s originally frowned eyebrows relaxed slightly. She covered herself with a blanket and closed her eyes to rest, waiting for the plane to land in S City. When Lucia was sleeping, Lowell leaned over and pecked her cheek. Then he removed the blanket that had fallen and began to take a nap on the seat next to Lucia.

Seeing this, Kathryn’s bright eyes were covered with a light layer of sadness. Taking a deep breath, she looked at the boundless blue sky and white clouds outside the small window. The clouds seemed as soft as marshmallows. She wanted to touch them, but found that they were blocked by the glass. Was this exactly what she and Lowell were now? She could see him, but could never reach him.

She withdrew her hand and refused the flight attendant’s kindness to serve the food. Kathryn adjusted her seat and slowly fell asleep. When she woke up again, she heard the gentle voice of the stewardess. The plane had arrived safely in S City.

They were back in S City.

In the Evans family mansion, Malcolm and Enoch looked at Wilma in silence. After a long period of illness, his cheeks were sunken and his wrinkled hands appeared more haggard. Her chest heaved slightly, indicating that she was still alive.

Wilma refused to be hospitalized and insisted on staying at home. Malcolm brought home the best doctors and nurses from the hospital. Now Wilma’s room was the equivalent of a top-notch VIP room. All the servants in the house were waiting. Everyone worked cautiously, fearing that something unexpected would happen and the cold man in front of them would kill them directly.

“Sloan, how’s Grandma?” » Malcolm asked with a frown.

When he came back last time, he obviously felt that his grandmother was very weak. The only belief that kept her grandmother alive would have to be the Evans family’s unsolved nightmare. Without the nightmare, perhaps Wilma would have died of guilt for Howell and fear for the Evans family ancestors.

“Sir. Evans, your grandmother’s situation is not optimistic. She is on her last breath and may die at any time. She is ninety years old and her physical function has already weakened. Few No matter how good the medicine is, it can only delay the time of death. That day will come sooner or later.” Sloan shook his head and told him the truth.

Of all the patients he had seen, Wilma was the most eager to survive. It seemed that the faith in her heart had sustained her. The last time he came to the Evans family’s house, there was a time when he couldn’t even feel Wilma’s pulse. When he was about to give up, the pulse began to move strangely. Wilma slowly opened her eyes, with a strong sense of survival in them.

Hearing what Sloan said, Enoch and Malcolm fell into silence. Now that Sloan had said it, it meant Wilma’s life was coming to an end. Malcolm glanced at the monitor next to the bed. The curve on the monitor was not as sharp and powerful as that of a healthy person.

“Thank you, Sloan, for your hard work these days,” Malcolm said after thinking for a moment.

“This is what I should do,” Sloan sighed and said lightly.

“Send Mr. Sloan back,” Malcolm turned and ordered the butler.

The butler led the way and saw Sloan leaving the Evans family mansion. After seeing Sloan leave his sight, Malcolm motioned for Enoch to come into the office with him. Enoch looked at Wilma, who was on the bed. She had been spirited and vigorous, responsible for the Evans family affairs, but now she looked so weak. He sighed silently and followed Malcolm.

In the study, Malcolm took two goblets and a bottle of wine from the wine cellar, poured the wine, and handed a goblet to Enoch. Then he stood in front of the French window, the other glass of wine in his hand. Enoch drank silently. When he drank all the wine in the glass, Malcolm turned around, took a sandalwood box from a desk drawer, and handed it to Enoch. Enoch took the box and looked at Malcolm in confusion.

This box was extraordinarily exquisite. You could see it was an antique with a long history. Time had brought only a lingering charm, but it could not erase its own exquisiteness. The engraving looked vigorous and powerful, and the flowers on the box were realistic.

“That’s…” Enoch looked at Malcolm in confusion.

“The last time I asked Grandma if she knew the person who resolved some of the Evans family grudges, she said she didn’t know, but she gave me this box. She said that it was found on the cliff at the time. Then it was passed down. If this person could resolve part of the Evans family’s grudges, perhaps all the Evans family’s grudges could be solved in such a long time. If we follow this clue and continue investigating, we might find something,” Malcolm explained indifferently.

“This box looks like a jewelry box…How can we investigate?” Enoch said helplessly, fiddling with the box.

It was too difficult to find a clue with just a box. If there was a clue, generations Previous generations of the Evans family would have already looked into it. However, there was not much time left now. Besides, things had gone wrong with Lucia. They had to make this possible even if it was impossible. Once again, Enoch looked closely at the box. An idea crossed his mind too quickly for him to understand.

What was it? Enoch frowned and tried to remember.

“What are you thinking about?” Malcolm asked casually, looking at Enoch with a frown.

This was the first time Enoch did not answer Malcolm’s question. He frowned more and more and tried to remember what had just crossed his mind. It was too vague. When he was about to grab it, it disappeared unusually quickly. Malcolm looked at Enoch indifferently and said nothing more to disturb him. He went straight to the wine cellar, filled his glass and drank the wine.

“I remember that the pattern at the bottom of this box is very similar to the pattern on the stele discovered by Sophia. It’s like a family totem,” Enoch exclaimed. He finally remembered what had been going through his mind.

After Sophia found the stele at the edge of the cliff, Enoch’s men arrived there as well. They also took the sharpest photos. Scientific research staff had translated the words visible on the stele, but the blurred words could not be translated. However, at the bottom of the stele, there was a totem similar to the one at the bottom of this box. Because it was just a totem without any verbal description, they didn’t pay much attention to it.

When Enoch took Malcolm’s box and saw the totem again, he felt familiar. After what happened to Lucia, Enoch carefully studied the photos on the stele again. He had doubts about the totem that appeared on the stele, but in the end he gave up, because a totem alone couldn’t really prove anything. But now the existence of this box made him take the totem seriously.

Could it be left by this savior? Or did this totem represent the family of the savior? All kinds of questions constantly appeared in Enoch’s mind.

“Do you mean that this pattern appeared on the stele?” » Malcolm turned around and asked with a frown.

“Yes,” Enoch said affirmatively.

“Try to find out the meaning of this pattern. Nothing would appear repeatedly if it didn’t make sense. Go to the edge of the cliff if necessary,” Malcolm ordered quickly. “I know

. In fact, the best way is to get in touch with Sophia. She can get information much faster than us. After all, she is professional. But her and Lu… The relationship between her and my sister-in-law is delicate for us.” At first, Enoch meant Lucia, but when he saw the uncertain expression on Malcolm’s face, he quickly changed his mind. words.

“Call her if you have to. Now that Grandma is holding on to this, if we can’t let her rest in peace, we’ll be childless,” Malcolm said coldly.

“Understood,” Enoch said.

In his heart, he complained. Before he could say Lucia’s name, he felt very uncomfortable under Malcolm’s dark gaze. Then he tentatively called his sister-in-law, but he didn’t expect that Malcolm would not object. He glanced at the silent Malcolm out of the corner of his eye. He dared to bet with his life that Lucia was absolutely of great importance to his brother.

“Stop thinking nonsense. Don’t try to guess the relationship between me and Lucia”, Malcolm easily saw what was in Enoch’s mind and warned him lightly.

Enoch looked at Malcolm strangely, and there was a moment of embarrassment and unease on his face. Then he quickly calmed down, said goodbye to Malcolm and left the office with the box. On the other hand, Malcolm stood motionless in front of the French window.

“Sir. Malcolm, bad news! Lady Wilma is in a coma again…The doctors save her.”

Suddenly, the office door burst open, and a servant came in in panic. Malcolm stopped thinking. He did not blame the servant’s rudeness but quickly headed towards Wilma’s room. Apparently, Enoch had already received the news before leaving. At this time, he also appeared in Wilma’s room.

After a long time, the doctors breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to touch the sweat on their foreheads. Malcolm glanced at the monitor and saw that the life sign was beating steadily, which indicated to everyone that Wilma was temporarily out of mortal danger.

On the bed, Wilma’s chest heaved weakly. From time to time, his fingers moved slightly. She struggled to open her eyes and look at the two brothers standing in front of the bed. Then she closed her eyes heavily again.