His Precious Love

Chapter 631

Everyone knew Jahan's grandma was a bar girl in her younger days. She had a lucky encounter with a general of

Yartran one day, and eventually, she became his wife.

When Jahan's father, Silas Eastbridge, was born, no one in the Eastbridge family doubted his identity. That was

simply because he shared a similar look to his birth mother. However, when Jahan was born, his appearance was

nowhere close to anyone in the family's genealogy. In fact, he did not even look like his parents.

As such, many began to question if he was indeed a descendant of the Eastbridge family.

Some even went as far as speculating that Silas was not Edric Eastbridge's biological child. Nevertheless, Edric was

very confident that Silas was indeed his child. Deep down, he knew he was the one who took Agatha Barlowe's

virginity.

Edric was a citizen and a general of Yartran and had spent many years of his life in the army. That was why when

he came across a woman who could still protect her maidenhood despite working in a hedonistic environment, he

could not help but have a fair bit of admiration for her.

Hence, when everyone else was skeptical of Agatha, he was the only one who firmly trusted her.

Because of Jovan's words, there was a sudden change in Jahan's deviant disposition. Even though the whole of

Yartran had been debating about his background and whether he truly belonged to the Eastbridge family, no one in

the family had ever said a word, much less said anything in front of him.

But with how Jovan had expressed his thoughts so explicitly, it was inevitable that their already bad relationship

would take a turn for the worse.

“Let me remind you about something, Jovan. The Eastbridge family has never raised any outsiders. I hope you'll

keep what you've just said from Mr. Isaac!” Finishing his words, Jahan strode out of Jovan's office.

The whole situation at the presidential palace grew hostile as the tension between Yartran's major-general and

crown prince thickened.

At the same time, on Conch Island, Rayna, whose freedom was limited to Primrose Mansion, weaved through the

streets in town with Caylie by her side. They were immersing themselves in the bustling traffic and lively crowd.

“Ms. Griffith, we came out at the right time. There's a fair here today.” It had been a long time since Caylie went to

town. The rare opportunity obviously made her excited.

Coincidentally, the town was holding its annual fair. That explained why she was over the moon.

“It smells so good!” The fragrance of grilled seafood drifted with the wind and wafted into their noses, causing

Rayna to gulp her saliva. “Caylie, did you bring money with you?”

“Of course.” Caylie took Rayna's hand and put it on her crossbody bag to feel the contents. Rayna could not help

but chuckle brightly. “Are you hungry, Ms. Griffith?”

“Mm-hmm.” Rayna nodded candidly. As much as the chefs at Primrose Mansion had excellent cooking skills and

ensured that the food selection and nutrition were well-balanced, she always felt like something was missing.

“It'll be my treat today, then. I'll let you have a taste of the delicacies of Conch Island, Ms. Griffith.” As Caylie said

that, she led Rayna into the crowd.

“Jovan, who are you calling?” Irina held a plate of fruits in her hand as she strolled into the study, only to find Jovan

standing on the balcony, repeatedly making calls on his phone while wearing a frustrated look.

“It's none of your business. Get out first.” The frustration building up within Jovan only grew more intense when he

turned back and realized that his sister was in his room. At once, he chased her out.

Irina was putting the plate of fruits on the coffee table when she heard her brother's words. She was briefly

stumped, and soon displeasure became apparent on her face as she turned and walked toward the door. “Tsk. As if

I came up here willingly! Mom asked me to bring you this plate of fruits, okay!”

The call to Caylie's phone did not go through. When Jovan called the mansion's number, the housekeeper answered

and told him that Caylie and Rayna had gone to town, along with the driver. With that information, the man gave

the driver a call, but the latter said he left after dropping the ladies off on the streets.

Jovan had no outlet to vent the fury burning within him. Irina abruptly barging into his room earlier became the

perfect chance for him to release his anger, thus why he had snapped at her.

“Sir, this is the location of the number you asked me to check.” Jahan's assistant, Alex, passed a note to the man in

the car. The words “Primrose Mansion” was written on it.

Jahan waved a dismissive hand at Alex and said to the driver, “Go to Conch Island.”

“Caylie, what place is this?” Caylie took Rayna with her and arrived before a wishing tree. There, Rayna could smell

a faint smell of incense burning.

“This is Conch Island's famous wishing tree. Beside it is a monastery. It's a place frequently visited by tourists.”

Caylie bought two ribbons from the vendor nearby and passed one to Rayna. “This is a wishing ribbon. You can

write on it.”

Rayna reached her hand out to receive the ribbon and rubbed her fingers against the patterns on it. “Caylie, I can't

see...”

As much as she wanted to write, she could not see anything.

“It's all right. Just write based on your memory. Anyway, the ribbon will be folded with only the ends jutting out. No

one will be able to see what you write inside.” With that said, Caylie grabbed a pen from the wooden table beside

her and passed it to Rayna. Then, she held her hand and said, “Here you go. Just write along.”

With the ribbon in one hand, Rayna tried to figure out where she could write on the ribbon by running her fingers

across the surface. From memory, she wrote the name “Rayna” on the ribbon.

Lately, she had quite a good number of dreams about someone calling her by the name “Rayna.”

She was unsure if that was her actual name, but for one, she knew that the person called Rayna probably had

something to do with her.

“I'm done.” Following the crease marks, Rayna folded the ribbon till the ends met, but with a short length remaining

on both sides. Then, she passed it to Caylie.

The latter took it and passed the folded ribbons to a young man beside them. “Excuse me; please help us hang

these up.”

Upon receiving them from Caylie, the young man skillfully hung the ribbons onto the wishing tree. As a gust of wind

blew, the ends of the ribbons billowed gently.

After successfully hanging the wishing ribbons onto the tree, Caylie called the driver, asking him to come over and

pick them up.

Back in Norwal City, in the CEO's office of Faymon Group, Curtis stared intently at the box of tissue found in the

black trailer. Using the totem logo on the box, he had been persistently looking for relevant information on the

internet, but sadly, he had made no developments so far.

On the other side, the police started with follow-up investigations after James provided them with the newly

recovered surveillance footage. However, they made little progress as the person in the footage did not reveal his

face.

“Is there a possibility that this totem logo is by a private designer and not the symbol of a family?” Jeremy sat on

the couch with his eyes fixed on the man behind the office desk. “Perhaps we've been looking in the wrong direction

since the beginning?”

“We can't rule out that possibility.” Sitting opposite Jeremy, Wyatt was deftly tapping his fingers against the

computer keyboard. In the same room, there was also James sitting next to him. The two had been working

cooperatively—Wyatt had been retrieving detailed information and footage of all surveillance cameras of the

hospitals around the world to conduct thorough investigations, and James focused on investigating the surveillance

cameras on the streets.

In truth, they had been investigating for a few days by then. Unfortunately, they still had not discovered any

suspicious characters. Neither did they spot Rayna in any of the surveillance footage.