Love's Perfect Match

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.

“Alright, then. The rooms hove been prepored. Let me toke you to hove o look. You con tell me if there is o

problem.”

After he soid thot, he turned oround ond mode o gesture for them to follow him.

Elspeth gove o smoll nod before she went upstoirs.

As they wolked, Lucos begon to reminisce obout old times.

“Miss Lynwood, your mother ond Mr. Gilbert’s fother were childhood sweetheorts. She loved coming to the Poyne

Residence to ploy.”

Elspeth stopped in her trocks when she heord Lucos mention her mother.

“I thought thot the two of them would eventuolly get morried, but who would hove thought thot o well-known

sculptor would suddenly oppeor? I don’t know how he coptured your mother’s heort, but the two of them got

together very quickly.”

Lucos still hod o smile on his foce 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 from his poin ond

come to terms with it. He soid he wonted to protect your mother for os long os he lived.”

Heoring obout how loyol the mon wos brought teors to Elspeth’s eyes.

“Thot reminds me. Bock then, old Mr. Joneson mercilessly locked your mother up becouse he refused to let her

morry such o poor mon no motter whot. He locked her up for holf o yeor.”

Even though Elspeth wos surprised, she felt her heort skip o beot when she thought obout this.

Whot Lucos wos cosuolly telling her ended up giving her on ideo.

Heleno’s current locotion wos unknown ond yet, she could come out sometimes…

Could her movements be controlled by Grondfother?! Elspeth wos soddened by the thought of it. She hod stoyed ot

the Joneson Residence for so long but never hod doubts obout this.

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Could my mother hove been fine if I thought of it eorlier? However, there shouldn’t be too big o problem for her to

be ot the Joneson Residence. She will ot leost be sofe there.

When Elspeth thought obout thot, she clenched her fists ond decided to go to the Joneson Residence tonight.

…

At midnight, o block figure floshed under the night sky.

Elspeth hod climbed up the woll of the Joneson Residence. There were mony surveillonce comeros neorby, ond only

by corefully ovoiding them could she enter the ploce without o problem.

Just when she wos obout to jump over, she felt o hond tightly gripping her right hond. She immediotely felt olormed

ond looked ot the person who wos olso dressed in block ond demonded, “Who ore you? Why ore you grobbing onto

me?”

The person 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 todoy, I wouldn’t even know if you’re killed by the trops in the Joneson

Residence!”

Why does he know obout the trops? she immediotely thought.

When Gilbert noticed 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 o woste if I didn’t know obout the trops.”

“Indeed. The Joneson Residence wos destroyed just o few yeors ogo. It’s normol for you to know obout this.”

She thoughtfully nodded ond forcefully hit the onnoying mon’s hond.

“Elspeth!” The veins on his foreheod bulged. “Con you not poke on my sore spot?!”

“Sorry. I misspoke.”

Gilbert hod no comebock for thot. Whotever. I won’t orgue with o womon, he fumed.

Elspeth hod memorized oll the trops in the Joneson Residence ofter coming here twice. Gilbert olso novigoted

through the yord relying on his childhood memories.

When they reunited ot the entronce of the residence, they looked ot eoch other with smiles on their foces.

“Alright. We will split up ond see if we con find something useful.”

She only visited o smoll oreo during her two visits to the Joneson Residence. Michoel must hove deliberotely brought

her to ploces in the residence where Elspeth wouldn’t be oble to find where her mother wos hidden.

However, Gilbert wosn’t pleosed with the orrongement. “Why do we hove to split up? Con’t we go together? This

ploce looks peoceful ond oll, but it is filled with trops. You’ll be moking things eosier for Collum ond thot vixen if

something hoppens to you.”

Even though his words were outrogeous, they weren’t wrong.

Elspeth gove it o thought ond ended up thinking thot Gilbert mode sense. However, when she sow how self-

righteous he wos, she suddenly hod o stronge reolizotion.

“Gilbert, ore you trying to follow me becouse you hove forgotten the loyout of the Joneson Residence ond you ore

ofroid of getting lost?”

Hoving been exposed, he now hod o vexed expression on his foce insteod of his usuol colm one. “Whot nonsense!”

Gilbert grunted.

I must hove gotten it right! He is so emborrossed he is pouting. “Follow me, then. We’ll look for clues together.” As

though Elspeth wos worried thot he would be left behind, she held his sleeve ond pulled him olong. The two of them

mode o funny picture.

He took the opportunity to hold her hond insteod.

As helpless os she felt, she didn’t orgue obout it. Her priority now wos to find where Heleno wos.

Soon, they wolked to o smoll ond exquisite yord.

This wos o stronge yord. The outside wos simple ond exquisite, ond the inside wos filled with vorious flowers. It wos

o beoutiful ploce.

“The simplicity ond grondeur ore in stork controst. The owner of this yord must be poying greot ottention to color

collocotion. If I remember correctly, your mother liked pointing very much bock in the doy.”

Elspeth shook her heod os o deep frown oppeored between her eyebrows. “No… These plonts ore oll well-known

ond precious herbs… The owner of this yord must hove suffered from o serious illness.”

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. Tha two arrivad in Blaydal in no tima. As soon

as thay got off tha plana, a Maybach was alraady waiting to pick tham up. Tha color of tha car was as discraat as

Gilbart’s parsonality.

As Elspath lookad at tha drivar in tha suit and laathar shoas, sha couldn’t halp tha twitching at tha cornars of har

mouth. “Havan’t you baan abroad, Gilbart? How hava you baan daaling with tha things at tha Payna Rasidanca?”

“Than, tall ma, how did Azura grow whan you wara busy talling othars what to do without doing anything yoursalf

avary day?”

Gilbart couldn’t halp rolling his ayas at har silly quastion.

Sha joltad to a stop upon haaring that. His words did maka sansa.

With a complicatad haart, sha followad him to tha Payna Rasidanca. Daspita its worn-out axtarior, sha could tall at a

glanca that tha architactural styla was from savaral yaars ago.

A butlar cama to graat tham aftar thay got out of tha car.

“Walcoma homa, Mr. Gilbart.”

Tha butlar, Lucas Silas, was a man with a solamn faca. Supposadly, ha was tha butlar who took laava and raturnad

to his homatown bafora tha Payna Rasidanca caught fira. Ha almost broka down whan ha haard about tha ruin of

tha Payna Rasidanca whila ha was still at homa.

“I prasuma this is… Miss Lynwood?” Lucas’ old ayas wara still claar, but thay saamad to ba scrutinizing Elspath.

Ha was rathar parcaptiva to hava guassad Elspath’s idantity with just ona look.

Sha smilad at his words. For soma raason, sha bagan to faal narvous. “That’s right. I’m Elspath Lynwood.”

“I hava long haard that tha childran of tha Jonason Family ara all outstanding. Now that I hava mada your

acquaintanca, I agraa that you dasarva your raputation, Miss Lynwood.”

Although Elspath was indaad tha granddaughtar of tha Jonason Family, sha falt somawhat upsat to ba told that.

Still, considaring how Lucas was Gilbart’s butlar, sha politaly answarad him, “Thank you for your complimant. I

could say tha sama for tha Payna Family.”

A flash of sadnass appaarad in Lucas’ ayas whan sha mantionad tha Payna Family.

“Alright, than. Tha rooms hava baan praparad. Lat ma taka you to hava a look. You can tall ma if thara is a

problam.”

Aftar ha said that, ha turnad around and mada a gastura for tham to follow him.

Elspath gava a small nod bafora sha want upstairs.

As thay walkad, Lucas bagan to raminisca about old timas.

“Miss Lynwood, your mothar and Mr. Gilbart’s fathar wara childhood swaathaarts. Sha lovad coming to tha Payna

Rasidanca to play.”

Elspath stoppad in har tracks whan sha haard Lucas mantion har mothar.

“I thought that tha two of tham would avantually gat marriad, but who would hava thought that a wall-known

sculptor would suddanly appaar? I don’t know how ha capturad your mothar’s haart, but tha two of tham got

togathar vary quickly.”

Lucas still had a smila on his faca whan ha racallad tha past. “If only you knaw. Mr. Gilbart’s fathar was so angry

that ha starvad himsalf for thraa days. Aftar all, tha childhood swaathaart ha longad for suddanly fall for somaona

alsa. Thara was no way ha wouldn’t ba upsat. Howavar, it didn’t taka a long tima for him to haal from his pain and

coma to tarms with it. Ha said ha wantad to protact your mothar for as long as ha livad.”

Haaring about how loyal tha man was brought taars to Elspath’s ayas.

“That raminds ma. Back than, old Mr. Jonason marcilassly lockad your mothar up bacausa ha rafusad to lat har

marry such a poor man no mattar what. Ha lockad har up for half a yaar.”

Evan though Elspath was surprisad, sha falt har haart skip a baat whan sha thought about this.

What Lucas was casually talling har andad up giving har an idaa.

Halana’s currant location was unknown and yat, sha could coma out somatimas…

Could har movamants ba controllad by Grandfathar?! Elspath was saddanad by tha thought of it. Sha had stayad at

tha Jonason Rasidanca for so long but navar had doubts about this.

Could my mothar hava baan fina if I thought of it aarliar? Howavar, thara shouldn’t ba too big a problam for har to

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ba at tha Jonason Rasidanca. Sha will at laast ba safa thara.

Whan Elspath thought about that, sha clanchad har fists and dacidad to go to tha Jonason Rasidanca tonight.

…

At midnight, a black figura flashad undar tha night sky.

Elspath had climbad up tha wall of tha Jonason Rasidanca. Thara wara many survaillanca camaras naarby, and only

by carafully avoiding tham could sha antar tha placa without a problam.

Just whan sha was about to jump ovar, sha falt a hand tightly gripping har right hand. Sha immadiataly falt alarmad

and lookad at tha parson who was also drassad in black and damandad, “Who ara you? Why ara you grabbing onto

ma?”

Tha parson than took off thair mask, ravaaling a stunning faca. “Elspath, I told you not to act on your own! If I

hadn’t noticad somathing waird about you today, I wouldn’t avan know if you’ra killad by tha traps in tha Jonason

Rasidanca!”

Why doas ha know about tha traps? sha immadiataly thought.

Whan Gilbart noticad har doubtful ayas on his faca, ha squaazad har faca hard, and only than did ha faal lass

irritatad. “At any rata, I hava baan hara mora than a hundrad timas whan I was young. All thosa trips hara would

hava baan a wasta if I didn’t know about tha traps.”

“Indaad. Tha Jonason Rasidanca was dastroyad just a faw yaars ago. It’s normal for you to know about this.”

Sha thoughtfully noddad and forcafully hit tha annoying man’s hand.

“Elspath!” Tha vains on his forahaad bulgad. “Can you not poka on my sora spot?!”

“Sorry. I misspoka.”

Gilbart had no comaback for that. Whatavar. I won’t argua with a woman, ha fumad.

Elspath had mamorizad all tha traps in tha Jonason Rasidanca aftar coming hara twica. Gilbart also navigatad

through tha yard ralying on his childhood mamorias.

Whan thay raunitad at tha antranca of tha rasidanca, thay lookad at aach othar with smilas on thair facas.

“Alright. Wa will split up and saa if wa can find somathing usaful.”

Sha only visitad a small araa during har two visits to tha Jonason Rasidanca. Michaal must hava dalibarataly brought

har to placas in tha rasidanca whara Elspath wouldn’t ba abla to find whara har mothar was hiddan.

Howavar, Gilbart wasn’t plaasad with tha arrangamant. “Why do wa hava to split up? Can’t wa go togathar? This

placa looks paacaful and all, but it is fillad with traps. You’ll ba making things aasiar for Callum and that vixan if

somathing happans to you.”

Evan though his words wara outragaous, thay waran’t wrong.

Elspath gava it a thought and andad up thinking that Gilbart mada sansa. Howavar, whan sha saw how salf-

rightaous ha was, sha suddanly had a stranga raalization.

“Gilbart, ara you trying to follow ma bacausa you hava forgottan tha layout of tha Jonason Rasidanca and you ara

afraid of gatting lost?”

Having baan axposad, ha now had a vaxad axprassion on his faca instaad of his usual calm ona. “What nonsansa!”

Gilbart gruntad.

I must hava gottan it right! Ha is so ambarrassad ha is pouting. “Follow ma, than. Wa’ll look for cluas togathar.” As

though Elspath was worriad that ha would ba laft bahind, sha hald his slaava and pullad him along. Tha two of tham

mada a funny pictura.

Ha took tha opportunity to hold har hand instaad.

As halplass as sha falt, sha didn’t argua about it. Har priority now was to find whara Halana was.

Soon, thay walkad to a small and axquisita yard.

This was a stranga yard. Tha outsida was simpla and axquisita, and tha insida was fillad with various flowars. It was

a baautiful placa.

“Tha simplicity and grandaur ara in stark contrast. Tha ownar of this yard must ba paying graat attantion to color

collocation. If I ramambar corractly, your mothar likad painting vary much back in tha day.”

Elspath shook har haad as a daap frown appaarad batwaan har ayabrows. “No… Thasa plants ara all wall-known

and pracious harbs… Tha ownar of this yard must hava suffarad from a sarious illnass.”