Love Has Its Will

Chapter 508 The Man in Black

“Follow him.”

In the back seat of the black car, Finn’s pale face was hidden in the darkness.

He had been getting seriously ill these days, and his face was almost bloodless, as pale as a sheet.

He quickly lost weight. His face, which had been angular, to begin with, was now skinny. His cheekbones were

covered with a thin layer of skin as if they could break through at any time.

Gerald started the car and followed behind Brandon’s car. A heart–wrenching cough came from the back seat

again. The smell of blood spread in the air.

Finn coughed out blood again. The frequency of his cough recently rose sharply.

Gerald saw his increasingly pale face from the rearview mirror in the car and said with distress, “Mr. Orwell, why

don’t you go back? I will follow Mr. Cassel. If anything happens, I will report it to you immediately.”

“No, I have to watch him myself. The right opportunity is fleeting. I don’t have that much time.”

Finn frowned and quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief. This time, he vomited a large pool of blood, and

the entire handkerchief was soaked.

“Mr. Orwell, let’s go back to the hospital. You can’t do this!” Gerald held the steering wheel tightly and even wanted

to turn directly to the hospital. “Dr. Sharp said that you should stay in the hospital and recuperate now.”

Finn didn’t want to listen to Gerald’s preaching. Finn was tortured by the illness and felt

uncomfortable.

“Will being hospitalized help me get better? It’s just a difference of three months and two months. It’s meaningless

for me to stay in the hospital and live for another month!”

The reason why Finn was fatigued by a long journey while being sick was that he wanted to arrange everything

before he died.

Finn was unwilling to let his useless cousin, Daryl, be the heir to the Orwell family. He must get this problem fixed

before he died.

If Finn didn’t make preparations, that bastard Daryl would definitely make a move on Lilia when

Finn died.

Daryl was a madman who could do anything. Finn would never allow Lilia to be threatened.

“But Mr. Orwell…”

“There’s no but.” Finn said in a firm tone, “If you don’t want Daryl to ruin your family, just drive!

You have been loyal to me for so many years. Even if I die, I won’t treat you unfairly.”

Gerald’s eyes were wet. He knew Finn was affectionate and righteous, so he was worried about

Finn’s body.

But fate was unfair.

Gerald raised his hand to wipe the tears in his eyes and then focused on driving.

Soon, the black car followed the Rolls–Royce all the way to the amusement park.

The Rolls–Royce stopped at the entrance of the amusement park. Savanna walked out of the passenger seat and

opened the door of the back seat of the car, taking Tye out. Tye seemed quite

excited.

The little boy was wearing a pair of cowhide and leggings. His top and hat both had houndstooth. His skin was fair,

and his facial features were perfect. He was like a model.

Brandon parked the car, and the mother walked to the amusement park, holding their hands.

This was the first time in Tye’s life that he entered an amusement park. In the past, when he had had autism, he

had been most afraid of places that had many people. At that time, he wanted to hide every time he saw many

people.

Now it was different. Through the training at a special school, not only did he become unafraid of people, but he

was also full of curiosity about these new things.

“Mom, what is that big wheel?” Tye pointed to the rotating Ferris wheel in front of him and asked.

“It’s a Ferris wheel. Do you see the small carriages hanging on it?” Brandon walked over with his long legs. He

picked up Tye and wrapped him around his arm. “You can sit there. Do you want to try

it?”

Tye nodded with excitement in his eyes. “I want to go!”

“Let’s go, honey. Our son wants to try the Ferris wheel.”

Brandon held his wife’s delicate hand and headed for the first stop of the amusement park, the

Ferris wheel.

Finn was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed by Gerald toward the amusement park.

The temperature was comfortable, but Finn was wearing a wool coat and a thick blanket wrapped around his legs.

His face was ashen, which was incompatible with the lively atmosphere of the amusement park.

“They are on the Ferris wheel,” Gerald reported.

The Ferris wheel could overlook more than half of the amusement park. Gerald wheeled Finn to a

blind spot. “You won’t feel the wind here.”

Finn coughed and looked up at the Ferris wheel that Brandon and his family were on. Through the glass, Finn could

vaguely see them.

The family of three sat happily. Savanna held Tye. The mother and son were comfortably seated. Brandon took a

camera and sat opposite to take photos of them.

Finn was a little absent–minded. He suddenly remembered Lilia pestering him to take photos when

they had been in Paris.

Women liked to take photos, while Lilia was a shutterbug. Every time they went out, she would take hundreds of

photos. She would pick the good ones, photoshop them, and post them on all kinds of social platforms.

The thing that troubled Finn the most was that Lilia often showed him two identical photos and

asked him which one was better.

Finn thought of that and unconsciously revealed a smile, but the next second, the smile froze.

Because he remembered that he could no longer be forced to take and pick photos by her in the

future.

He promised that when Lilia graduated, they would get married. When they were bored, they would

start a family.

Unfortunately, they would never have a future.

Finn lowered his head, and his eyelashes cast a shadow on his pale face.

Gerald was standing next to him and felt cold as if Finn had been emitting cold air.

Soon, the Ferris wheel circled and stopped at the starting point, and the family of three came down

one after another.

Brandon walked in front with the child in his arms. As soon as he came down, his hand stretched back and grabbed

his wife’s delicate hand, their fingers interlocked.

“Mr. Orwell, they are coming down,” Gerald said.

Finn, who was resting with his eyes closed, looked up tiredly and said weakly, “Follow them.”

“Mr. Orwell, we have been following them for so many days. What are you trying to do?” Gerald expressed his

confusion.

Finn coughed. “I told you to follow them.”

Sensing the impatience in his tone, Gerald did not dare to ask anymore and quickly pushed the wheelchair to catch

up.

Their next destination was the merry–go–round.

It was strange for a big man like Brandon to sit on a merry–go–round, so he did not go up with his wife and child.

Instead, he took the camera and stood outside to take pictures of them.

“Honey, look at the camera.”

“Honey, look at me. Smile!”

“Press Tye’s head down. Don’t let him block your beautiful face.”

Although Brandon said he was taking pictures for the mother and son, in fact, all his attention was

on his wife. He took hundreds of photos of Savanna. He completely ignored Tye.

After coming down from the merry–go–round, Tye clamored to go to the bathroom.

Brandon had no choice but to carry him to the men’s room.

When they arrived at the men’s room, Brandon put the child on the ground. “Go. I’ll wait for you

outside.”

Tye ran to the bathroom with his short legs.

Brandon waited for him outside. He stood in front of the mirror with his arms crossed. The mirror

reflected a man in black walking in from outside. Brandon immediately became alert.

It was because, from the moment he entered, Brandon could tell he was not here to use the bathroom. The man

kept staring at Brandon.