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.

were inside. When they saw her, they inexplicably began to shed

of things and asked, “So, I’m a

the Jonesons from Blayda!. Moreover, she thought her

only that, your mom is my biological sister and

from Blaydal. About twenty years ago, the Jonesons’ daughter ran

news and did not release the man’s name or picture. Later, the matter was gradually forgotten, and the Jonesons also tacitly agreed not to

close relationship with the incident that caused

trace of her.” Nicholas wiped his tears. “Our family’s only daughter ran away with a man

never have imagined her gentle

might have treated your mom

Sculptor?

frowned. “Isn’t my dad a carpenter? How could he be

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 to gather

but sigh when she remembered her father, who had toned down his talents and become a carpenter in a small town for decades. Perhaps this is love. To be

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

need to tell you something.” Elspeth hesitated and explained, “My mom has gone

hard to believe.

can a living

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

Davion wasn’t a reliable person! Back when Helena ran away, I should’ve brought her home and carried on with the wedding.” Nicholas frowned as a rage of fire burned

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