Novel & Cerita Evan Andrews Daughter

“Second slap is for the way you treated Lydia, Why did you hate her so much? She was a good, well-behaved, and brilliant woman!” Kelly rolled her eyes hearing Lydia's name. “The third slap…” Grandpa’s nostrils flared. “...was for the company. Clinton, what the hell is wrong with you?” Clinton remained quiet, confused. “Talk to me!” Grandpa roared, his voice slicing through the air like a whip. Kelly flinched. Clinton’s throat went dry. “I had no idea about Lydia being…” He trailed off, unable to form the words. Grandpa’s grip on the shears tightened. “She’s President Zander’s daughter, you fool! The daughter of the most powerful man in this country! And you let her go?”

And I knew right then that everything would be okay, just like what Evan mumbled. Aoibhe, Evan’s sister, was a different story, though. If his mom greeted me with an embrace, the girl with blond hair like Evan tackled me to the ground when she came downstairs, resulting in both of us landing on their warm carpeted floor. Evan and Laoise scolded her. But I told them I was okay. She acts as if we’ve been friends since we were little, and I kinda love it that way.

_______Evans___________ “Dad will be discharged today” “Yeah, I know”said Natasha my sister “Did you find him a caretaker like the doctor said” “Yes, we did” “Where is she? She is supposed to be here” “She on her way with mom and Madison” “Wait, Madison is back?” “Yes” “When?” “Yesterday” “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” “She wanted to surprise you” Just then, there was a knock on the door

“Yep. I contemplated whether to rip my ears off, so I’d never had to listen to your horrible voice again, or to poke holes in my eyeballs and pour acid into them so I’d never have to see you. But I found out it was better to just block your ass the moment this wedding is over. And then maybe send you a letter with MRSA and hope you have a slow and painful death.” “Charming as a boa, as always,” she scoffed, and dug around in her purse, probably in search for rat poison or intestines. Then she pulled out a paper that, when she unfolded it, revealed a long list of people. All of them from her side of the family. “You realize that this is our son’s wedding, right?” I asked, emphasizing those tw

Andrews, who doesn't want to lose her daughter. ***

Lydia was totally lost too. "You old geezer, weren't we supposed to be on the hunt for Julia? What are you even talking about?" Andrew's eyes narrowed. "What do you know, you old bat? Zip it, will you?" He yanked Lydia behind him and turned back to Evangeline with a grin. "I've made up my mind. Sure, Julia's my kid too, but she's been nothing but headaches. I can't bail her out anymore. I swear to you, right here, right now, I, Andrew, have only one daughter, and that's you, Evangeline!

Eva Luther placed her hands elegantly on her lap, nodding with a smile, "Thank you for your praise, Mom. Andrew got divorced before, and there is no woman taking care of him now. It is only right for me to help him." "Good!" Old Mrs. Lesser was extremely happy. She looked at Eva and then turned to Andrew. Andrew was her favorite son. After more than thirty years, he finally came back. Naturally, she wished she could give him the best things. "Andrew, the doctor says you have been recovering well recently. Tomorrow, I will have the doctor come to our house to do a paternity test for you and Mia. Eva will also start investigating. I believe we will have the results quickly."

But he’s not sure of his current financial standing due to Grandpa, so that might have to wait. He settled with releasing a post to the public about what he’s going through. Thankfully, the media hasn’t sniffed out the fact that this announcement about his daughter’s death is more than a month late. Finally, they arrive at Grandpa’s house. At first, Andrew thought that he would be there. But he isn’t. The one who met them at the door is Nadia, his stepmother and Ivy’s mom. Nadia looks pleased at first, when the only person she saw is Andrew. But then, she catches a glimpse of Eleanor and her heart hardens.

she said and walked away. Evan followed her to a room where he found Jean and a young girl playing house. As soon as Jean saw them, he stood up and greeted Evan. Erica went to the little girl and Carried her. “Uncle Evan,” Erica told the girl pointing at Evan. The little girl smiled. “Evan, meet Elise, my daughter.” Evan’s heart melted seeing the adorable girl. She looked exactly like their mother and had the nose of Ethan. He knelt before them and spread his arms. The little girl hid her face behind her mother.

her voice hitched on the word with a surprising bitterness, “—possess.” It was more than Evelyn thought she could take. She was prepared to blurt out right that instant that they’d take care of the girl, but when Andrew leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his hands dangling between them, she knew. He’d just entered negotiation mode. The conversation was going to get rough. Quickly. “You’re her mother,” he said softly. “At the end of her life, most assuredly, your daughter’s going to want you there with her. Why are you abandoning her? Where are you going?”