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.

When they saw her, they inexplicably began

figured out the gist of things and

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

mom is my biological sister and your grandfather’s

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

not release the man’s name or

she had such a close relationship with the incident that caused a huge stir at Blaydal

but never found any trace of her.” Nicholas wiped his tears. “Our family’s only daughter ran away with a man called Davion Lynwood, and my dad was so

skip a beat as she would never

back then, so he might have treated your mom well

Sculptor?

a carpenter? How

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.

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 willing

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

to tell you something.” Elspeth hesitated and explained, “My

hard to believe. “Missing? How did

can a living

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

person! Back when Helena ran away, I should’ve brought her home and carried

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