Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 152

Mr. Hayes held his daughter, gently stroking her long hair, too overwhelmed with emotion to speak.

Evan, who had followed them, remained at the pharmacy entrance, silently watching the father and daughter embrace and weep inside.

But the tender moment was short-lived, shattered by a sharp, piercing female voice.

“Well, well, well! Is that the Hayes family’s eldest daughter, back home at last?”

The speaker was Mrs. Jenkins, who lived two doors down from the pharmacy. She was one of the women who had been sitting at the street corner, drying her hair in the sun.

Having heard the commotion from the Hayeses' shop, she had hurried over without even grabbing a coat. Her hair was still damp, and a cheap, pink towel—the kind you get as a party favor at a banquet—was draped over her shoulders. She stood next to Evan, peering inside.

Hearing her voice, Robert came back to reality. He released his daughter, wiped his tears, and called out, “Yes, Mrs. Jenkins, my eldest is back!”

“Oh my goodness, Robert! Your daughter’s struck it rich, hasn’t she?”

Mrs. Jenkins stood beside Evan, her eyes scanning him up and down. Though she was speaking to Mr. Hayes, her gaze never left Evan.

“You look a little familiar to me,” she said.

Mrs. Jenkins’s puffy eyes crinkled as she forced a fawning smile at the impeccably dressed man before her.

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