Jonathan asked with a hint of curiosity, “Why doesn’t Mr. Quintin’s daughter come back?”

Old Mr. Jarvis’s face darkened with the weight of memory. “She misunderstood her father, Mr. Quintin. When she was younger, she fell for a poor student, and her father didn’t approve. It caused quite the uproar.”

“Eventually, Georgia Quintin got pregnant and gave birth to the baby in secret. When Mr. Quintin found that out, he was so furious that he disowned her.”

“Her beloved turned out to be a cad, who got a scholarship abroad and chose his career over Georgia. She was heartbroken, took the baby, and left J City.”

“About three years later, Mr. Quintin missed his daughter; he was worried sick about her raising a child on her own, so he reached out and brought her back.”

“She had a beautiful little girl, who looked just like Georgia. Mr. Quintin eventually softened; he doted on that grandchild, and even hired a nanny for her.”

“But then, tragedy struck. The nanny took the child out one day and lost her.”

“Georgia was beside herself, searching the city high and low, but her daughter was nowhere to be found. She was convinced that it was Mr. Quintin who had taken the child away out of spite.”

“After that, she left the country, never to return.”

Old Mr. Jarvis sighed heavily when recounting the past. “Twenty years have flown by. Mr. Quintin’s been searching for that child ever since, but to no avail. I think he won’t rest in peace until he finds her.”

pieces of Mr. Quintin’s daughter’s tale, about her falling-out over a man. She

there a photo of the child? Or any distinguishing

birthmark near her shoulder,” Mr. Jarvis replied, but then shook his head, his gaze lost to the scenery outside the car window. “No need to search. I fear she’s no longer

child would have been found by now if she was still alive. Mr. Quintin was

too somber to

passed through the VIP lane and

the aircraft. Having checked the time, he smiled at Jonathan, “Just a few minutes left. I’ll wait for Estelle on board. If you’ve got something to say, now’s the

a warm

the others stepped back, Estelle moved in close, wrapping her arms around Jonathan’s waist, burying her face in his chest,

her tight, with a surge of unease in his heart, and kissed her hair and cheek

thick

enveloped her in his coat, his voice

Granddad will just use it as an

were locked onto hers, “Just be good, and remember

looking up at him,

one last time, pressing down the sadness in his heart, “Message me when

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