Rewriting My Heart's Fate

I nodded. I already had some considerations in my heart. No matter if Mr. Johnson was willing to talk or not, I had to give it a try.

On the second day, I drove to the villa on the outskirts alone.

While I was on my way there, my emotions were a mess. I had both the anxiousness of not knowing its outcome and the eagerness to unveil the truth. When I stood before the vintage-looking door, I took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

The door slowly opened and a kind-looking old man appeared before me. His eyes seemed like the kind that had seen many things in life.

I introduced myself courteously and told him what I was there for.

"Oh, you're here to look for Mr. Johnson! Unfortunately, he has gone out on vacation these two days. If you're in a rush, you can look for him at the holiday resort."

This old man had been Mr. Johnson's butler for many years. He gave me an address. After much consideration, I have decided to make my way to the resort.

The resort was located amid mountains, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and is like it was in another world on its own.

As I drove there, I looked out the window to enjoy the scenic view, but it was very hard for my heart to be calm.

time I was one step closer to finding a bit of the truth, it would make me excited and nervous like I was standing at the edge of a cliff-one step forward

villa was surrounded by trees in the woods, and I could hear occasional birds chirping, signifying the presence of life

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his face, but had also given him a steadfast and

for a few seconds before smiling faintly and inviting me in so

There were a few unique drawings hung on the wall, exhibiting extraordinary tastefulness

on the couch in the living room and I told him

emotions appeared in his eyes, but

Ms. Wiley

is all information in the past. I thought things would dissipate with him being put away, but I didn't expect that

little wistful like he

took a deep breath and tried to sound calm. "I have no intention of disturbing your life, Mr. Johnson, but I have to find

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was the truth? Or, what kind of truth are you looking for?" His words lighted my path like a beam in the fog,