Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 433 Hidden Message in Love Letter

Although Jasmine had also thought about getting rid of Elspeth, it was definitely not with such a

malicious ending. Does "root out the problem" mean to kill her?

Nonetheless, she felt a little scared at the thought. "Dad, I don't think it's necessary. After all, she hasn't

done anything too outrageous. If we kill her like that, won't it be too—"

Before she could finish the word " unwise," Bobby glared at her and made her swallow the rest of what

she had to say.

"Indeed, you are too soft-hearted! You won't be able to accomplish anything like this, nor will you be

able to keep a man by your side," he sighed deeply. Even though he and her mother were both tough,

their daughter seemed timid and hesitant.

"Do whatever you want, but remember, your actions reflect on the entire McGrath Family. Be prepared

for anything and avoid any unnecessary troubles."

The sentence had a soothing effect on Jasmine as if she had taken a calming pill. Feeling encouraged,

she grew bolder and said, "Dad, I understand."

"That's good." Bobby stroked the stubble on his chin with a smug smile. Even if she couldn't do it, it

didn't matter. If that woman was too cunning, he would take care of her personally.

...

On the other hand, Elspeth had been apprenticing for half a month. The longer she studied, the more

she realized that the McGrath Family's medical knowledge differed from Sonny's. Sonny focused on

theoretical medical knowledge, emphasizing depth, while Haris was more concerned with rare and

complex diseases. Moreover, Sonny's reputation was superior to Haris' because most people still

suffered from common diseases, and those who suffered from rare and complicated diseases were

extremely rare.

"Girl, did you understand what I taught today?" Haris looked at the words in the book and grinned,

stroking his beard. It had to be said that his teaching method was quite meticulous, and she could

easily understand it.

"Yes, I do."

Then, he sighed, "Ah, I never thought there would be someone so talented in medicine in this world like

you. No wonder that old geezer Sonny had been pursuing you relentlessly. If he learns I've taken you

on as an apprentice, he'll die before he notices." He paused momentarily and then asked, "You've been

here for so many days. Hasn't he called you or anything?"

Elspeth felt cold sweat on her forehead. "He's probably still playing cards and hasn't had time for me."

Suddenly, Sonny, who was abroad, sneezed without warning.

"Right, I knew him when I was younger, and he loved playing cards. He would often play for three days

straight." Haris fondly remembered his old friend, his face full of joy. When he finished reminiscing, he

couldn't help but add, "You see, you're only his apprentice, and you'll end up being abandoned.

However, with me as your mentor, I will do everything I can to cure your illness."

Is he really Sonny's old friend? Why does it not seem like it? She silently mourned for Sonny in her

heart.

Suddenly, her phone rang, and Haris thought it was Sonny calling. He grinned and asked, "Speak of

the devil! Is it that guy calling you?"

Elspeth also thought it was Sonny since he was the only one in her circle of friends who would call her.

Then, when she picked up the phone and saw the name on the screen, her face changed instantly.

Haris noticed her change of expression and stood up to leave. "I won't eavesdrop on your call," he

said.

She nodded and locked the door before answering the phone. "What's up, Gilbert?"

A heavy, nasally voice came through the phone. "Where are you now?"

"I cannot disclose my location, but I am safe, so don't worry.”

She was surprised to receive his call because she knew that a few months ago, to find Ginna and take

responsibility for her unborn child. So, the two of them had not been in contact for a long time.

"I'm back in the country now. Can we meet up if you're free?" Gilbert's voice sounded hoarse and rash

as if he was drunk.

"Are you drunk?" Elspeth frowned. He was always a refined drinker and would never get this drunk. It

seemed that his long-term rational thinking was barely keeping him sober.

Still, his breathing was heavy. "That's not important. I've taken care of things on my end. Do you want

to see me?"

What he was referring to must have been related to Ginna. Had he already dealt with it so quickly?

"What was the outcome?" Elspeth felt a sense of unease. It was not about whether the two were

together but because she thought the matter was not as simple as it seemed.

There was a long silence on the other end before Gilbert said, "She's dead."

Dead… Hearing that, her pupils shrank. "How did she die?"

He couldn't explain it, but he experienced intense discomfort when she posed that question as if she

suspected he was responsible for Ginna's death.

"Her health wasn't good, to begin with, and it was already dangerous for her to carry that child. She had

an accident that caused a miscarriage and couldn’t accept that her child was gone. Unfortunately, she

passed away a few days later." That explanation was reasonable enough.

Then, Elspeth silently mourned for Ginna. "And what about Emma?"

Hearing that, Gilbert was now more at ease, speaking in a cold tone without pity. "She's dead too."

His words rendered her speechless. After reporting on that matter, he probed, "So, can we meet now?"

Nonetheless, she frowned and replied, "Not yet. I still have some things to take care of. Let's wait a bit

longer."

Although she spoke in a tone similar to how she used to, Gilbert still sensed a hint of aloofness in her

words. "Are you unhappy that Ginna was carrying my child?"

Elspeth had not even considered that possibility. She had liked him before, but that was her youth's

naive and inexperienced infatuation. As time passed, her feelings for him gradually evolved into a bond

of friendship and brotherhood. "No, you're overthinking things," she replied.

"Oh, right." He laughed bitterly. "Now that you don't like me anymore, of course, you wouldn't care

about these things."

"You're drunk," she said softly.

"In fact, I replied to the love letter you sent me. My response was on the back of the letter," he suddenly

said, surprising her.

She only knew that her love letter had been returned, which she took to mean that she had been

rejected. How could she bother to look at the back of the letter?