NovelEnglishChapter 620
The funeral hwas huge and quiet with Yale standing in black attire, a solemn figure in front of Cole's
memorial. His face was a mask of seriousness as he stood silently. Walter edged closer, positioning himself just
behind Yale. "Why are you here?" Yale's voice was a low rumble, his question direct, not bothering to look back.
"Didn't you already pay your respects? Or is it that the Gordon family's heir has nothing better to do today, so
bored that you're crashing my funeral for a bit of ?"
Yale's tone was sharp, and Walter could not hide his surprise.
Everyone knew Yale as the stoic head of the Foster family, a man who rarely let his emotions show, so why was
he openly rebuking someone at this moment?
There had to be a backstory.
"Mr. Yale Foster, did I... upset you?" Walter asked cautiously.
He was aware of Cole's passing and Evangeline's fragile mood. He had left the funeral early, not wanting to
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If he still managed to get on Yale's bad side after all that, he was at a loss for what else he could do.
Yale's laugh was icy and humorless.
Upset? It was far more than that.
The thought of all the pain Evangeline had suffered because of Walter made Yale wish he could tear him apart.
"Walter, I'm going to give you a piece of advice. Stay away from our Evie from now on, and keep your distance
from the Foster family too. It'd be best if you never crossed paths with us again.
"After all, not everyone in the Foster family is as patient as | am. If they run into you, they might not be able to
stop themselves from giving you a piece of their mind!"
For example, there was Holden, the third-born and the family's top defender.
"Mr. Yale Foster, what are you saying?"
Walter was painfully aware that his past blunders had made him less
his
than popular with Evangeline's five uncles. However, the baby Evangeline was carrying was and that meant
something. "Once Evangeline's baby is born, I've got to step up as a dad. We've got to see each other, right?"
He was counting the days until the baby's arrival, hoping it would bridge the gap between the Gordons and the
Fosters.
"Still hung up on the baby, huh?"
Yale's voice was icy, tinged with a sigh, "Evje wanted to have this baby for your Gordon family, but sadly... your
family's luck has run out. No baby for you." en
It was rare for Yale to be so biting.
Walter was too shocked to even think about Yale's tone. "What do you mean, no baby? Evangeline's been
pregnant for months!"
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Yale's gaze was frosty. "You think a few months of pregnancy means the baby is safe? The Gordons haven't done
enough good in the world, and that means no baby, period."
Walter's mess with Julia had brought nothing but pain to Evangeline. It was clear to Yale that the Gordons’ lack of
goodness was the root of all Evangeline's troubles.
"If you race over to the General
Hospital right now, you might still catch a glimpse of your kid's body, Wait any longer, and who knows if you'll be
so lucky. They don't care if it's a lly formed embryo, it gets tossed out like any other medical waste."
He did it with purpose. Yale could not help but revel in the sight of Walter's anguished face.
The deeper Walter's pain, the brighter Yale's joy shone.
Drowning in the sweet rush of vengeance, Yale had a startling epiphany-he was different somehow.
He despised wickedness with a fiery passion, would zone out there and then, lost in his own world, grappling with
his personal demons.
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