Wayne led Geoffrey toward the countryside of Small Town, talking as they walked.

“We found out Gareth’s travel route led here. After further investigation, we learned Maureen’s foster mother lived here during her childhood.”

Foster mother…

Amid the torrential downpour, Geoffrey’s eyes darkened as he suddenly remembered why the name Small Town sounded so familiar.

Maureen had mentioned it to him countless times!

Throughout their three–year marriage, whenever a holiday approached, she’d anxiously ask: “Geoff, I need to go to Small Town. Is that alright?”

Back then, Geoffrey never cared about Maureen’s whereabouts, nor did he ask her purpose for visiting Small Town.

He’d always respond with icy detachment: “Go wherever you want. No need to report to me.”

Despite his dismissive words, Maureen still informed him every time she went anywhere.

She rarely ventured out, and her most frequent destination was this very place.

Finally, they arrived before a dilapidated brick house.

“This is it.”

Wayne stepped forward, noticing the locked front door. “Why’s it locked?”

He glanced back at Geoffrey, who gave a slight nod.

Several bodyguards moved forward and broke open the door.

“Wait outside,” Geoffrey commanded.

“Yes, sir.”

Stepping inside, damp air rushed to meet them. The interior stood in disrepair, carrying the stale scent of mildew.

Maureen actually lived here as a child?

Geoffrey frowned, moving forward until his gaze settled on a black–and–white photo displayed on the square table.

His pupils contracted. He stepped closer, picked up the picture, and stared at it for a long time, stunned disbelief writ-

ten across his face.

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the monochrome image, Maureen smiled with radiant serenity, embodying tranquil days. Yet her eyes held

less sorrow.

grip on the photo tightened slowly before he

“Perfect!

you addicted

“A funeral portrait!

kind of joke

tremor in his own

apartment was small–two bedrooms and a

and chairs, the space held

“Boom-!”

the thunder, a flash of lightning illuminated the

“Find out where Maureen’s

“Yes, Mr. Sutton.”

After Wayne left,

dismissed his bodyguards too. He stayed alone, waiting for the homeowner’s return

lasted an

ceased. Voices from neighbors outside

had a daughter of her own. Finally raises

“Exactly.

and sensible girl. How could she leave so

time Maureen came back, she looked like a different person–thin as

her husband was. Wishful

felt a lump in

never showed up

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the wooden chair, drifting into a light sleep. Moments later, he

of Maureen

his eyes, silence and darkness surrounded

he truly felt she’d never

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her brick house for “questioning.” The room felt

“Where are they?”

intimidation. They stood ramrod straight, heads bowed, not daring to glance at Geoffrey–who sat at the head

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