After Death, Love Unveiled

Chapter 50

After a long while, Harold finally finished his work and walked over to Elara. "Hi, Elara," he greeted her.

"Hi, Uncle Harold," Elara replied.

"It's time for you to head back," Harold said. "I'll take you home. You should get some rest."

"Now?" Elara asked. "Isn't it a bit too early?"

"I'll drive you back." Harold insisted.

Elara glanced at the small plate of peeled fruit on the table. She turned to Lysander and said, "I'm heading home now. Uncle Harold called for me, so I think he has something to discuss." Lysander looked at her. "Alright."

"I'll miss you," she said, giving him a small smile before walking off, taking the plate of fruit with her.

Lysander watched her leave, his eyes softening. Ever since he returned to Starfield City, he had been forced into social engagements and meetings with elders, something he didn't enjoy at all. Lysander had thought tonight would be boring and hadn't wanted to attend. But seeing Elara made him feel like the night wasn't so bad after all.

Elara followed Harold downstairs, where they happened to bump into a woman who looked strikingly similar to Asher. The woman, accompanied by a little girl, greeted Harold. "Hi, Mr. Jarvis." "Mrs. Linde, hello," Harold responded.

"I was wondering if I could get one of your business cards, Mr. Jarvis?" the woman asked.

Harold nodded. "Of course."

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Harold personally drove Elara home, and he was the one behind the wheel. As they were driving, Elara, sitting in the passenger seat, asked Harold, "Who was that woman who just greeted you?" "Her family runs a logistics business. Her husband and I have some business dealings. Why? Do you know her?" Harold replied.

"What's her last name?" Elara asked.

"I believe her maiden name is Shawn. But you've just arrived in Starfield City, so I doubt you know anyone here," Harold said.

"I might have mistaken her for someone else," Elara said. Hearing that her maiden name was Shawn, her suspicions were now almost confirmed.

For a long time, Elara had been trying to gather information about Asher's mother. She had gone to great lengths to make Asher like her.

mother, but she didn't know what had happened afterward. Asher never shared anything with her. He wasn't the type to open up,

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she was lost in these thoughts, Harold spoke again. "You shouldn't spend too much time with Lysander from

are you unhappy about

those comments in front of Lysander

you," Harold said. "Aren't things going well

I like Lysander now," Elara

words are so strange, Elara thought. 'He doesn't even know Asher well. They've probably never even met. Why is he so eager for

wants me to be with Lysander. Why don't you approve, Uncle

be with him. If your mother were still

passed away from illness. When she died, Elara was still very young and had fallen ill herself

her best not to think about her mother. Her father had a habit of hiding away her mother's

car and said, "Listen to me. Don't get too close to Lysander. Stay in Brookfield and

plenty of money; there's no need to try to climb into a family as prominent

replied, "Uncle Harold, you should

suddenly insisted on taking her home. Now she understood. It was

Starfield

he asked, "What are you doing back? Aren't you staying at the Kensington residence?" Asher wasn't

now."

City? And she didn't take you

Kensington

didn't feel like responding to his father.

"Asher, I've been trying to find someone to help you look into your mother's situation. If I hear anything, I'll tell you right

and Elara were together, he wasn't too interested in most of the things she talked about, except for this one. This was the only topic that really mattered

had actually fought him because of Lysander, the more Asher felt that his frustration just wouldn't go away. Just then, Daphne messaged

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secretly checked Elara's Instagram and saw that Elara was in Starfield City, so she assumed

thought he had gone to Starfield City, but in reality, he was hiding out in his little house Asher didn't respond