Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 156

Evan knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't dare say much. He just lowered his eyes and said earnestly, "Mrs. Hayes, can I please have a serious talk with you?"

He wasn't the seventeen-year-old boy he used to be; he was approaching thirty. Evan knew that running away wouldn't solve anything. The reason he had accompanied Emma back this time was to help her resolve the lingering issues with her family that had haunted her for years.

So—

"Mrs. Hayes, I know you don't want to see me, and I know you're still resentful about me taking Emma away back then. But please, could you give me a little time so we can talk properly?"

Mrs. Hayes's eyes were red as she stared at the man before her with hatred.

How could she not be angry, not be filled with hate? The daughter she had carried for ten months and raised for over a decade had left with this man without a second glance, and she'd been gone for eleven years.

Eleven years. How many eleven-year periods does a person get in their life? She was already over fifty. How much time did she have left to see her daughter?

Robert stood at the doorway, leaning against the frame. His eyes were also bloodshot, and his body was stooped. He didn't dare to enter, just stood there watching.

"Get out. I don't want to hear what you have to say, and I don't want to talk to you. Take your things and get out."

Mrs. Hayes raised a hand and quickly wiped away the tears that were about to fall.

"Karen…"

Robert, who had been standing at the door, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He walked in unsteadily, went to his wife's side, and took her hand. His voice was choked with emotion as he said, "What are you doing? The kids came all this way to see us. Don't be like this, please…"

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