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

of things and asked, “So, I’m a

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

my biological

the Jonesons’ daughter ran away

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

not expect that she had such a close relationship with

never found any trace of her.” Nicholas wiped his tears.

would never have imagined her gentle and frail

sculptor back then, so he might have treated your mom well

Sculptor?

dad a carpenter? How could he be a

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 inspiration. Also, Dad wasn’t convinced that he could

remembered her father, who had toned down his talents and become a carpenter in a small town for decades. Perhaps this

are. Can I visit them?”

hesitated and explained, “My mom

believe. “Missing? How did she go

can a living

only explain according to her knowledge. “Back then, Dad and Mom got into an argument. Mom ran out in a fit of anger and never

Helena ran away, I should’ve brought her home and

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