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.

inside. When they saw her, they inexplicably began

things

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

my biological

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

and did not release the man’s name

did not expect that she had such a close relationship with the incident that caused a huge stir

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

beat as she would never have imagined her gentle and

so he might have treated your mom well and not let her suffer any

Sculptor?

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

the alias, Litchi. Back then, his artworks were speculated at a high price, but my

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 to

are. Can I visit them?”

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

found it hard to believe. “Missing? How did

a living

to her knowledge. “Back then, Dad and Mom got into

should’ve brought her home and carried on with

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