Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 120

Very soon, Anya had finished cooking, so Lola stopped arguing with Blake and held Elspeth’s hand while

returning inside, leaving an angry man behind them.

At the dining table, Nicholas kept spacing out and could no longer suppress his curiosity. So, he looked

at Elspeth’s familiar-looking face and asked, “Elspeth, may I take the liberty of asking a question?”

Smiling, she agreed. “I can feel you’re overflowing with questions. I don’t mind. Just ask away. I will tell

you everything I know.”

He nodded and asked, “What is your father’s name?”

“My father…” Elspeth seemed to have spaced out. “His name is Davion Lynwood.”

Instantly, the atmosphere at the table froze.

Seeing that Nicholas was silent, she added, “What’s the matter? Do you know my dad?”

“I don’t just know him. Elspeth, do you remember your mom’s name?”

After a moment’s silence, she answered, “Helena Joneson.”

When he heard that familiar name, his eyes teared up uncontrollably. He wanted to express the truth but

realized Lola and Blake were still present. Therefore, he suppressed his urge to speak to avoid making

Elspeth feel awkward.

“That’s all. What a nice name. Maybe I’d mistaken her for another person.”

Once lunch ended, Elspeth took the chance when Lola and Blake returned to the garden to head to

Nicholas’

room.

Nicholas and Anya were inside. When they saw her, they inexplicably began to shed tears. “Elspeth…”

By now, Elspeth had figured out the gist of things and asked, “So, I’m a Joneson. Is that correct?”

She clearly remembered that her mom had never mentioned having any relationships with the Jonesons

from Blayda!. Moreover, she thought her mom came from an ordinary family because her dad was just

an average carpenter.

“Not only that, your mom is my biological sister and your grandfather’s only daughter,”

Elspeth had heard of the Jonesons from Blaydal. About twenty years ago, the Jonesons’ daughter ran

away from her marriage, allegedly to have eloped with a famous sculptor.

As Old Mr. Joneson loved his daughter so much and was afraid of ruining her image, he suppfessed the

news and did not release the man’s name or picture. Later, the matter was gradually forgotten, and the

Jonesons also tacitly agreed not to acknowledge her.

Elspeth did not expect that she had such a close relationship with the incident that caused a huge stir at

Blaydal back then.

“Did you know? My dad has been looking for your mam for ages but never found any trace of her.”

Nicholas wiped his tears. “Our family’s only daughter ran away with a man called Davion Lynwood, and

my dad was so pissed that he needed to be hospitalized.”

Elspeth felt her heart skip a beat as she would never have imagined her gentle and frail mom to be so

brave.

*Fortunately, Davion was a well-known sculptor back then, so he might have treated your mom well and

not let her suffer any grievances…”

Sculptor?

Elspeth frowned. “Isn’t my dad a carpenter? How could he be a sculptor?”

Nicholas was shocked, “Did he hide this from you too? He used to be a world-renowned sculptor under

the alias, Litchi. Back then, his artworks were speculated at a high price, but my dad was never satisfied

with him because he was an artist that needed to travel far and wide to gather inspiration. Also, Dad

wasn’t convinced that he could take good care of Helena…”

At that moment, Elspeth could not help but sigh when she remembered her father, who had toned down

his talents and become a carpenter in a small town for decades. Perhaps this is love. To be willing to

give up something for each other.

“Oh, that’s right. You haven’t told me where your parents are. Can I visit them?” Nicholas’ eyes were

glimmering, full of excitement.

“I’m sorry, but I need to tell you something.” Elspeth hesitated and explained, “My mom has gone

missing, and as for my dad… He passed away.”

Nicholas found it hard to believe. “Missing? How did she go missing?”

How can a living person suddenly go missing?

However, Elspeth was uninformed about the details, so she could only explain according to her

knowledge. “Back then, Dad and Mom got into an argument. Mom ran out in a fit of anger and never

returned.”

“I knew Davion wasn’t a reliable person! Back when Helena ran away, I should’ve brought her home and

carried on with the wedding.” Nicholas frowned as a rage of fire burned inside him.

“That’s not it. Dad was diagnosed with a terminal illness without a cure. Mom sold the jewelry she loved

to buy expensive medications for him, but Dad insisted on not dragging her down with him and chased

her away. He still loved her and anticipated her return every day. Dad had always been a prideful person,

yet he was willing to become an ordinary carpenter in a small town. It’s a pity that he fell ill and had no

choice but to make my mom leave him so that she could have a better life.”

Her explanation shocked Nicholas. “Why didn’t he let your mom bring you with her?”

While shaking her head, Elspeth replied, “I don’t know either, but I guess Dad believed he could still take

care of me despite his illness. Maybe he was afraid I might drag Mom down and hinder her from finding a

better

husband.”

After hearing the full story, he sighed in resignation. “He was a good husband, but not a good father

She denied. “He was a good father, but he loved my mom even more. He tried his best to give everyone

the best ending they’could have.”

Besides him, that is. Not only was he seriously ill, but he also lost his hobby and the love of his life.

When he passed away, even his daughter wasn’t by his side.

“Though your mom has a childish temper, she’s an excellent woman. I don’t think she’s missing but

merely left. Nicholas sighed again. “But she was unwilling to return to the Joneson Family for some

reason. Probably because she was afraid that we might force her to marry someone else.”

Since Elspeth did not know the whole story, she did not dare to make any comments about it.

“Alright, then. Let’s leave it for now.” He looked at her and smiled kindly. “Dad still doesn’t know that his

only granddaughter has grown up into such a pretty woman. Why don’t you come home with us and

learn your roots on the way?”

Hearing that, she felt her heart sink. “It’s not the right time to do that yet. I still have something to attend

to. . How about I visit Old Mr. Joneson when I’m free?”

“Although I know I shouldn’t make things difficult for you, to tell you the truth, my dad hasn’t had a good

sleep

because of Helena, so I’m sure he will be happy to see you.”

She took a deep breath. “I’ll head over to Blaydal in a few days to visit Old Mr. Joneson. How about

that?”