Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1261

In a village where mostly the elderly resided, Patrick wandered through the empty streets, hoping to find some answers. "Excuse me, sir, do you know where the Logan family lives?" he asked an elderly man he happened upon.

The old man simply pointed to his ears and gestured, indicating his hearing wasn't what it used to be.

Patrick carried on, undeterred.

After a while, he came across an old woman struggling with a bundle of firewood. "Hello, ma'am," Patrick said politely, "I'm looking for the Logans. Do they live nearby?"

The woman spoke in a local dialect, which Patrick couldn't quite grasp, but her hand movements gave him a rough idea of which direction to head in.

Armed with this new information, Patrick moved on, eventually arriving at a rundown area with an abandoned-looking cottage. Its door was partially buried under dirt, making it seem like no one had lived there for ages. There was no path forward, just this lonely, desolate house.

Sweat trickled down his neck as the sun blazed overhead, leaving him parched.

Patrick passed some farmland where a few middle-aged folks were busy tending their crops. He approached, his polished shoes sticking out against the dusty backdrop. "Hi there, I'm looking

to Logan?" an older man asked, eyeing

replied, "...He's my

wife exchanged a quick glance before turning back to

Yan, and my father

for a moment, then recognition dawned on his face.

they were both young and close friends. Patrick's father had

they walked together, the man reminisced, "The day your dad drove into our village was quite a sight. The first car

meet someone who remembered his father so fondly. "You probably weren't even born yet. It was when Logan's grandmother passed away, and your dad came over. He mentioned his wife was expecting at the time. We all thought it was their first child until he said they had a daughter already and

man continued warmly, "You must be about

again. "Yeah, time

of nostalgia in his voice. "Indeed, half a lifetime's gone by. So, have you gotten