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.

Anya were inside. When they saw her,

figured out the gist of things and asked, “So,

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

your mom is my biological sister and

twenty years ago, the Jonesons’ daughter ran away from her marriage, allegedly to have

and did not release the man’s name or

such a close relationship with the incident

your mam for ages but never found any trace of her.” Nicholas wiped his tears. “Our family’s

never have imagined her gentle and frail mom to

might have treated your mom well and

Sculptor?

a carpenter? How could he be

“Did he hide this from you too? He used to be a world-renowned sculptor under the alias, 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

his talents and become a carpenter

that’s right. You haven’t told me where your parents are. Can I visit them?”

and explained,

found it hard to believe. “Missing? How did

can a living person suddenly

was uninformed about the details, so she could only explain according to her knowledge. “Back then,

brought her home and carried on with the wedding.” Nicholas frowned as a rage

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