Chapter 120

Very soon, Anya had finished cooking, so Lola stopped arguing with Blake and held Elspeth’s hand while returning inside, leaving an angry man behind them.

At the dining table, Nicholas kept spacing out and could no longer suppress his curiosity. So, he looked at Elspeth’s familiar-looking face and asked, “Elspeth, may I take the liberty of asking a question?”

Smiling, she agreed. “I can feel you’re overflowing with questions. I don’t mind. Just ask away. I will tell you everything I know.”

He nodded and asked, “What is your father’s name?”

“My father…” Elspeth seemed to have spaced out. “His name is Davion Lynwood.”

Instantly, the atmosphere at the table froze.

Seeing that Nicholas was silent, she added, “What’s the matter? Do you know my dad?”

“I don’t just know him. Elspeth, do you remember your mom’s name?”

After a moment’s silence, she answered, “Helena Joneson.”

When he heard that familiar name, his eyes teared up uncontrollably. He wanted to express the truth but realized Lola and Blake were still present. Therefore, he suppressed his urge to speak to avoid making Elspeth feel awkward.

“That’s all. What a nice name. Maybe I’d mistaken her for another person.”

Once lunch ended, Elspeth took the chance when Lola and Blake returned to the garden to head to Nicholas’

room.

they saw her,

of things and asked, “So, I’m a Joneson. Is that

mom had never mentioned having any relationships with the Jonesons from Blayda!. Moreover, she thought her mom came from an ordinary family because her dad was just an

my biological sister and your

of the Jonesons from Blaydal. About twenty years ago, the Jonesons’ daughter ran away from her marriage,

Mr. Joneson loved his daughter so much and was afraid of ruining her image, he suppfessed the news and did not release the man’s name or picture. Later, the matter was gradually forgotten,

not expect that she had such a close relationship with the incident that

you know? My dad has been looking for your mam for ages but never found any trace of her.” Nicholas wiped his tears. “Our family’s only daughter

she would never have imagined her gentle and frail mom to

so he might have treated your mom well and not let her

Sculptor?

carpenter? How could he be a

Litchi. Back then, his artworks were speculated at a high price, but my dad was never satisfied with him because he was an artist that needed to travel far and wide to gather inspiration. Also, Dad wasn’t convinced that he could take good care of

become a carpenter in a small town for decades. Perhaps this is love.

me where your parents are. Can I visit them?” Nicholas’ eyes were glimmering, full

and explained, “My mom has gone

hard to believe. “Missing? How did she go

can a living person

details, so she could only explain according to her knowledge. “Back then, Dad and Mom got into an argument.

away, I should’ve brought her home and carried on

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