Chapter 655: Chapter 356 The Day My Sister Fell in Love with Kay Forrest at First Sight (3 More)
Evelyn Claire’s words made Jane Quinlan’s gaze land on Kay Forrest with suspicion.
Kay was also frowning; he indeed felt that the photo looked familiar that day.
What, could it be that woman had some sort of history with him?
But that shouldn’t be the case, that woman did not seem like his type at all.
He was someone who never touched women he didn’t fancy.
Jane glared at him, and Kay gave her a grin before asking through the phone, "Evelyn, don’t spread rumors, what kind of relationship would your sister and I have, I don’t even know her."
"Yeah right, you don’t know her, the Kay Forrest who walks through the flowers untouched, how could you remember a nobody like Ava Claire.
But my sister remembers you, remembers you with heart-wrenching clarity.
I watched with my own eyes how my sister fell apart because of you."
Kay glanced at Jane’s increasingly upset face and grew anxious: "Evelyn, you better clarify things clearly or I won’t let you off the hook."
"Fine, I will explain things clearly to you, and let you know that I’m not framing you without cause.
I want to see if after I finish talking, whether you will still feign ignorance and deny it.
That year, my sister was nineteen; she got into university, while I was still in middle school, so I remember these things quite well.
My sister was an excellent student, she got into the university she had always dreamed of.
She knew how much she wanted the opportunity to ’refine’ herself in that university.
In my sister’s mind, only by attending university could she have the chance to find a good job.
Only with the knowledge could she have the chance to stand out from the crowd.
So, to continue her studies, she had to find every possible way to raise money.
Because all along, we’ve been living on social welfare.
When we were children, my sister thought about finding someone to adopt me.
Because I was still young, there would be kind families willing to take me in.
But she was already older, understood how life worked, and no one would want to adopt a rational older child.
However, after hesitating many times, she still couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Even though my sister could no longer afford to take care of me, she still kept on persisting.
She thought, since mom had gone and dad had died, then I was her only family left.
If she sent me away, she’d truly be alone in the world.
So, to have someone to rely on.
She worked hard to raise me.
Our lives have always been very frugal, in addition to social welfare.
Every night my sister would take me out to collect scraps.
After selling the scraps, we would come back home to study and learn.
In the mornings at four o’clock, she would get up and go to the market to pick up the leftover vegetable leaves after the vendors finished wholesale.
From after my dad died until I was thirteen, we never bought vegetables at home.
All our vegetables were scavenged.
Sometimes, uncles and aunties, seeing how pitiful we were, would give us some wilted or rejected vegetables.
Even so, we were always grateful.
No matter how tough or exhausting it was, my sister never let me starve.
Whenever there was something good to eat, she would always let me have it first.
Sometimes neighbors, seeing how pitiful we were, would give us some leftover food, and my sister would always be grateful and help neighbors with chores whenever she could.
My sister was well aware that with our family’s situation, it was impossible for her to pay all the university tuition.
In order to realize her dream and give herself a chance, she thought of selling our house.
At that time, my sister asked for my consent, since the house wasn’t just hers.
I’ve always listened to my sister, so of course, I agreed.
But... my sister found several buyers, and they all offered little money because our neighborhood was too old.
Latter, my sister steeled her heart and still sold the house.
But... no one expected that she overestimated human nature, we were actually scammed.
The house was sold for nothing, and we did not get a cent back.
That day, we were driven out of our home, and she hugged me, crying downstairs the whole night.
But after the crying, life had to go on.
My sister took me to many welfare institutions to apply for loans.
But no one was willing to help us.
She even thought about selling herself in that kind of place, because that way money would come quickly.
But she hesitated at the entrance of such places for several days and still couldn’t muster the courage to go in.
In desperation, my sister thought of Skyward Group.
Initially, my dad had an accident and died working for Skyward Group; my sister heard that the boss of Skyward Group was a good person.