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, they inexplicably

things and

with the Jonesons from Blayda!. Moreover, she thought her mom came from

that, your mom is my biological sister and

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

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, and the Jonesons also tacitly agreed not

a close relationship with the

found any trace of her.” Nicholas wiped his tears. “Our family’s only daughter ran

beat as she would never have imagined her gentle and frail mom to be

sculptor back then, so he might have treated your mom well and not let

Sculptor?

a carpenter? How could

my dad was never satisfied with him because he was an artist that needed to travel

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

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

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

hard to believe. “Missing? How did

can a living person suddenly

so she could only explain according to her knowledge. “Back then, Dad

her home and carried on with the

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