"... is he sick?"
"I won't hide it from you." Mrs. Bishop said, "Zara has congenital heart disease. I've always liked her, but I've hesitated for a long time because of her illness. After so many years, she has recovered well and Hank caught a fancy of her. Now that she has returned to America, it's time to arrange a marriage. After all, Hank is not young anymore."
Sara did not know what she was feeling in her heart. She only felt sour and bloated, as if something was going to overflow.
Something shrank back. She bit her lips and left a row of pale teeth marks on them. Suddenly, she felt very ridiculous.
Sara probably did not expect that she was just a substitute for Zara in the eyes of the Old Madam.
Even if nothing happened before, as long as Zara returned, Sara would be given up by the old lady without hesitation.
Seeing that Sara did not speak for a long time, Mrs. Bishop glanced at her. "What? Don't you believe what I said? There's no need for me to lie to you. I believe that you can feel it yourself. Zara is special to Hank."
Sara closed her eyes. "... I'll ask him myself."
The old lady sneered. "It doesn't make any difference. Why do you have to struggle in vain? If Hank choose between you and Zaara, you're definitely the one who has been given up. Young lady, don't be so willful."
She pointed at the check with her fingers like withered bamboo and said, "This is my last bit of kindness. Just take it as the fee for your treatment."
After that, she stood up, took a deep look at Sara, and left.
Aunt Dovlin quickly came out of the kitchen and saw the check on the coffee table. She shouted in a bad mood, "Phew phew phew phew, did the old lady let you leave Master Hank? How old-fashioned, don't mind..."
Sara just quietly looked at the check. After a long time, she said, "Aunt Dovlin."
"Aunt Dovlin cautiously said, "Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! You..."
"Aunt Dovlin, do you know Zara?"
The moment she heard the name, the expression on Aunt Dovlin's face changed. "You... how did you know Miss's name?"
Sara smiled sadly and said, "... Uncle just went out, so I went to pick her up."
She paused and said, "She is back."
Aunt Dovlin was shocked. After a long time, she said sadly, "Phew... Phew... This... Aunt Dovlin doesn't know how to say it, but there have been rumors that Miss and Master Hank..."
Sara said, "You don't have to care about me. I hope that you will tell me everything you know."
"Well... okay." Aunt Dovlin sighed and whispered, "Miss and Master Hank have known each other for more than ten years. Zara is excellent and talented but she is not in good health. A few years ago, She suddenly had a heart attack and her life was hanging by a thread. The domestic medical skills couldn't save her at all. Master Hank arranged a helicopter to send her to Country overnight. At first, Miss was unstable. Master Hank flew back and forth at home and abroad for two months. At that time, everyone said that Master Hank was going to decide..."
Sara's eyes were empty as she stared at the dark television. She muttered, "That Miss... what does she look like?"
Aunt Dovlin thought about it and said, "Very good... Speaking of which, it's a little bit like you. Both of them are delicate and pretty..."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Aunt Dovlin suddenly paused and quickly corrected herself. "Swoosh swoosh, that's not what Aunt Dovlin meant. Don't, don't think too much about it..."
Sara lowered her head and her face was pale. "... It seems that I am really very similar to her."
Aunt Dovlin was in a flurry and didn't know how to comfort Sara. For a moment, she thought of a lot of things, but she felt that those words were too weak to be said.
Sara's lips moved, and tears almost fell from her eyes. But she tried her best to hold back her tears and did not cry out. She bit her lips and whispered, "I don't believe... I'm going to call uncle..."
Aunt Dovlin looked at her flustered look when she was looking for her cell phone, and she also felt very uncomfortable.
Sara found the number Hank personally saved in her mobile phone and dialed it with his trembling fingers.
It took a while before the phone was picked up, but it was not Hank's voice, but a gentle female voice, which was exactly the same as what she heard in Hank's cell phone. "Hello? Hello, I have something to do. I'm not here..."
Sara choked back her tears. "He... Where did he go?"
Zara smiled and said, "When I was drinking the juice just now, I accidentally splashed it on his clothes, so he put the clothes and cell phone together with me. He just went to buy orange juice for me... Otherwise, when you call him again later, he should be back."
"..." Sara opened her mouth but made no sound.
There were many secrets in Hank's mobile phone, and he would never give them to others casually. It seemed that Zara... was indeed a very special existence to him.
Sara felt her throat dry and uncomfortable. With a blink of her eyes, big bean tears fell down. She compressed her lips and said, "... Okay, thank you."
Then, she hung up the phone.
Just as she was about to wipe away her tears, her Whatsapp rang. It was a message from Lionel. "Little sister, are you coming out to have some fun? I'm just outside the Reminisland."
Aunt Dovlin handed her two tissues. Sara said thank you, and her fingers slowly typed, asking where Lionel was going.
Lionel replied very quickly"
In the bar.
Sara closed her eyes and typed: I'll do it.
Aunt Dovlin wanted to persuade Sara, but Sara stood up directly and said to Aunt Dovlin, "Aunt Dovlin, don't tell uncle that I am crying. Lionel asked me to go out to play. I'll go. If uncle comes back, you help me tell him."
Aunt Dovlin was a little surprised. "Didn't she cry so bitterly just now? Why does she want to go out and play now?"
Sara forced a smile and said, "... Anyway, I will leave sooner or later. I've thought it through."
Aunt Dovlin's heart ached. She sighed and said, "Phew! Phew! Please don't think so..."
Sara didn't want to hear those words anymore, so she interrupted Aunt Dovlin and said, "Aunt Dovlin, I'm leaving now."
Hey." "... ah."
"Hank," Zara blinked her eyes playfully and said, "I just helped you answer a call."
Hank picked up a paper bag with his finger, which contained a glass of fresh orange juice and a thick black taro milk tea He asked, "Whose?"
Zara said, "Then I have to ask you, how do I know who the 'little treasure' you left with a note on is?"
Hank laughed. "... It's Sara. What's the matter with her?"
"It's okay." Zara shrugged her shoulders and said, "I guess she is just looking for you to be coquettish-when did you like sweet things like this?"
She took over her own orange juice and felt a little confused.
Hank looked down at the hot cup of milk tea and said, "She likes it. Girls like these sweet things."