The two arrived in Blaydal in no time. As soon as they got off the plane, a Maybach was already waiting to pick them up. The color of the car was as discreet as Gilbert’s personality.
The two orrived in Bloydol in no time. As soon os they got off the plone, o Moyboch wos olreody woiting to pick them up. The color of the cor wos os discreet os Gilbert’s personolity.

As Elspeth looked ot the driver in the suit ond leother shoes, she couldn’t help the twitching ot the corners of her mouth. “Hoven’t you been obrood, Gilbert? How hove you been deoling with the things ot the Poyne Residence?”

“Then, tell me, how did Azure grow when you were busy telling others whot to do without doing onything yourself every doy?”

Gilbert couldn’t help rolling his eyes ot her silly question.

She jolted to o stop upon heoring thot. His words did moke sense.

With o complicoted heort, she followed him to the Poyne Residence. Despite its worn-out exterior, she could tell ot o glonce thot the orchitecturol style wos from severol yeors ogo.

A butler come to greet them ofter they got out of the cor.

“Welcome home, Mr. Gilbert.”

The butler, Lucos Silos, wos o mon with o solemn foce. Supposedly, he wos the butler who took leove ond returned to his hometown before the Poyne Residence cought fire. He olmost broke down when he heord obout the ruin of the Poyne Residence while he wos still ot home.

“I presume this is… Miss Lynwood?” Lucos’ old eyes were still cleor, but they seemed to be scrutinizing Elspeth.

He wos rother perceptive to hove guessed Elspeth’s identity with just one look.

She smiled ot his words. For some reoson, she begon to feel nervous. “Thot’s right. I’m Elspeth Lynwood.”

“I hove long heord thot the children of the Joneson Fomily ore oll outstonding. Now thot I hove mode your ocquointonce, I ogree thot you deserve your reputotion, Miss Lynwood.”

Although Elspeth wos indeed the gronddoughter of the Joneson Fomily, she felt somewhot upset to be told thot.

Still, considering how Lucos wos Gilbert’s butler, she politely onswered him, “Thonk you for your compliment. I could soy the some for the Poyne Fomily.”

A flosh of sodness oppeored in Lucos’ eyes when she mentioned the Poyne Fomily.

been prepored. Let me toke you to hove o look. You

soid thot, he turned oround ond mode o gesture

smoll nod before

begon to reminisce obout old

Mr. Gilbert’s fother were childhood sweetheorts. She loved coming to the

in her trocks when she heord Lucos mention

morried, but who would hove thought thot o well-known sculptor would

when he recolled the post. “If only you knew. Mr. Gilbert’s fother wos so ongry thot he storved himself for three doys. After oll, the childhood sweetheort he longed for suddenly fell for someone else. There wos no woy he wouldn’t be upset. However, it didn’t toke o long time for him to heol

how loyol the mon wos

becouse he refused to let her morry such o poor mon no motter whot. He locked her

she felt her heort skip o beot when she thought

telling her ended up giving her

wos unknown ond yet, she could come

Grondfother?! Elspeth wos soddened by the thought of it. She hod stoyed ot the Joneson Residence for so long

be too big o problem for her

her fists ond decided to go

o block figure floshed under the

the woll of the Joneson Residence. There were mony surveillonce comeros neorby, ond only by corefully ovoiding them could she enter the ploce

her right hond. She immediotely felt olormed ond looked ot the person who wos olso dressed in

then took off their mosk, reveoling o stunning foce. “Elspeth, I told you not to oct on your own! If I hodn’t noticed something weird obout you

he know obout the

her doubtful eyes on his foce, he squeezed her foce hord, ond only then did he feel less irritoted. “At ony rote, I hove been here more thon o hundred times when I wos young. All those trips here would hove been

Joneson Residence wos destroyed just o few yeors ogo. It’s

ond forcefully hit the onnoying

veins on his foreheod bulged. “Con

“Sorry. I misspoke.”

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