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The driver looked at the crack in the rear window. "Mr. Kingston, the car..."
"Never mind that. Was the water splashed on him?"
"Yes."
"Good."
The driver was speechless.
It had always felt like Yale had been holding himself back. He would either explode in silence or do
something twisted while still suppressing himself.
Ever since Yale broke through the normal conventions and began to let loose, people rarely understood
him.
Olivia observed the buildings in the village. "Ethan, was this place eroded by natural disasters in the
past?"
"That's right, young lady. More than 20 years ago, there was a flood in our village. That flood was quite
something.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Our village is poor, and no one could patch things up, so the buildings remain the same as they were
20 years ago."
An old man walked over to them. "Are you here to invest in the village?"
Olivia and Ethan were dressed completely differently from the other residents of the village. They
looked rich at first glance.
Many villages were able to escape poverty and get rich, so the residents of this village admired the
others a lot. They wished that some rich man would come over and invest in their village too.
Olivia's expression shifted a little. "Did the flood wash a young girl away?"
"A young girl? I can't say for sure. Many people and houses were washed away back then."
Ethan noticed the changes in Olivia's expression. "Did you think of something?"
"I'm not sure yet. Do you have cash on you?"
Ethan shook his head. "Do checks work?"
Olivia fished out an unopened box of cigarettes from Ethan's pocket. Ethan turned red in the face. "Liv,
I just. I smoke a little when I'm bored. I don't have that much of an addiction."
Olivia handed the cigarettes to the old man. "Sir, please help me. I'm looking for a young woman. She
was about seven when the flood happened.
"Her skin is very fair, and she has large eyes. She's in ill health too."
The old man said, "I can't possibly remember something from so long ago. It's not that I don't want to
help you, but I'm getting old."
"Please try to remember, sir. The young girl lived with her grandmother, and there was no one else in
that house. She has a sharp chin, and she's very skinny."
"Are you talking about that sickly child in the Wright family?"
Olivia looked at Ethan. "The Wright family?"
Ethan replied, "Wright is the last name of Krystal's maternal grandfather. But this young girl you're
talking about—"
Elation flashed across Olivia's eyes. "I should've thought of that sooner. I didn't expect that such a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcoincidence would exist!
"When the Kingston family took Molly in, she happened to be seven years old, and she was also
washed away by the flood.
"Also, remember the purple ivy I told you about? That's the main ingredient for the poison Molly was
given. That's why I was wondering about the coincidence."
"If Molly was that child, then she's the Heath family's..."
Ethan and Olivia didn't dare to waste more time. "Sir, where's the Wright residence?"
"It's just ahead of us. You only have to round a bend to get there."
"I know why Yale is here now. Yesterday, Molly received a shock after she hit her head. I performed an
acupuncture treatment on her head, so she must have remembered something.
"Come on! The truth must be in the Wright residence!"
Olivia ran while dragging Ethan with her. Ethan assured her, "Slow down. The truth won't become lies,
nor will lies become the truth. The truth is there, and it won't leave."
Olivia's eyes were filled with tears as she sincerely felt happy for Molly. "If my guess is correct, then
Molly is my aunt. It'd be wonderful if it's her. Ethan, you have no idea what she went through."
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