By the time they returned to the Walton family, it was already past nine o'clock.
She could not read tonight's book.
After taking a bath, she saw that William Walton had gone out.
Curious, she went to bed first.
Not long later, William Walton came back with a paper bag.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and asked, "Do you know what I'm holding in my hand?"
She asked, "What?"
"Have you forgotten what I said I would show you tonight?"
It was only then that she remembered.
She clapped her hands together.
"That's right. I've forgotten about this."
She spread her hands in front of him.
William Walton put the paper bag behind him: "Call me husband first."
"Please."
"I let you call me husband because I want to calm you down in advance. Are you sure you won't do that?"
She lay down.
"Actually, I'm not that curious."
"The things inside will turn your mind upside down."
After thinking about it, she sat up and looked at him, saying with a fake smile, "Husband, let me have a look."
Alright, she admitted it.
She was still a bit curious.
After all, she had never understood why Nick Anderson was so good to her.
Not before.
William Walton rubbed her head and passed the documents to her.
Laura received it and opened the folder.
When she saw the contents, her expression froze.
William Walton moved forward: "So, that 'husband' just now, did it calm you down?"
"How is that possible?"
She looked up at William Walton, her expression grave.
"Did you get it wrong? John Anderson treats my brother so well, how could he not be John Anderson's son?"
"That's the truth!"
William Walton sat properly: "Accepting Nick Anderson was a condition for John Anderson to join the Anderson family, if not, do you think that the old man from the Anderson family would dare hand over his inheritance to an outsider?"
Her warm gaze once again fell upon the document.
So, brother …
He was actually the illegitimate child that the second young miss of the Anderson family, Jane Anderson, gave birth to when she was young?
And Helen Anderson and John Anderson were only his aunts and uncles?
She was somewhat confused, she asked, "But why my brother treats me well?"
"What do you think?"
"Does my brother know about this?"
William Walton nodded: "Of course, I tried it last time."
"Could it be that you think that my brother felt pity for me because he knew that he wasn't John Anderson's child and thus felt that he was close with me?"
