The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 950: 453 Clue_3 Chapter 950: 453 Clue_3 The elderly man’s memory was not good to begin with, let alone from thirteen years ago.

The old woman wrinkled her brow, seemingly trying hard to recall something.

“That’s just too long ago.

My memory isn’t so good, I really don’t know.”

Madon Linggo interjected, “It rarely ever snows heavily in our province, and that year saw the heaviest snowfall in nearly a decade.”

“Oh, I remember now!

Your uncle was digging a well in the neighboring village and was trapped there for several days due to the snowfall.

He hadn’t taken his diabetes medication for days, and his health almost gave out.”

“Your sister…” The old woman absentmindedly scratched her silvery hair.

“She never came back.

If she had, I’m sure I would’ve remembered.

I remember the heavy snow caused your house to collapse.

Your uncle had some people patch it up.

I thought you and Lidya must come back.

If the house collapses and you can’t come home…

that just won’t do…”

The old woman was rambling on and on.

Lidya Linggo, undeterred, asked again, “Are you sure my sister never came back?

What if she were, say, with a woman who was heavily pregnant and close to giving birth?”

The old woman waved her hand dismissively, “That’s certainly impossible.

I live right next to your house.

No offense, but if someone in your house so much as farted, I’d catch the smell.

Ever since your parents left, nobody has come back to your house.”

Lidya leaned against the wall, her head drooping in despair.

The light in Peter Aria’s eyes gradually dimmed.

After a moment, Madon said, “Let’s go to Four Seasons Town.”

Peter understood his intention in an instant.

Four Seasons Town was the only way back to Silard Village.

If they did return that night, Four Seasons Town, as a transit point, was definitely a place they would have stopped to rest along the way.

It also had a larger population, making it easier to find clues.

Politely declining the old woman’s offer for a meal, they hurriedly made their way to Four Seasons Town, with Lidya continuously caressing that old photograph during the journey.

By the time they arrived at Four Seasons Town, it was nearly two o’clock in the afternoon.

Madon suggested they find something to eat first.

In such a bustling town, frequented by both locals and travelers from afar, a restaurant would serve as an ideal information hub.

By this time, there was a significant decrease in the number of people at the festival.

After taking a look around, Peter glanced at a sign across from them.

“Let’s eat here.”

Jimmy went to park the car while the others entered the restaurant.

The lunchtime rush was over, and Matilda Wilson, the proprietor, was doubling as the cashier and was nodding off.

Just as the welcome cat in the doorway announced their arrival, she jolted awake.

She looked up to see two men and a woman.

The woman she left alone, but the two men were handsome, especially the one in the black coat.

He looked like a model straight out from television.

Matilda immediately stood up to greet them.

There were only a few scattered tables of customers left in the hall.

At one of them, a few young men were becoming more animated with every sip of their drinks and every round of the dice game they were playing.

Matilda frowned in annoyance and then turned to the guests with a beaming smile.

“We have private rooms upstairs.

It’s very peaceful, and the view is pretty good,” she added.

Madon nodded, “Let’s go up.”

As they were ascending the stairs, Matilda casually asked, “You’re not locals, are you?”

Madon gave a light laugh, “You seem very knowledgeable, Matilda.

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Can you guess where I come from?”

Matilda chuckled behind her hand and her eyes gleamed with amusement.

“Well then, I won’t hold back my talents.

If I guess correctly, perhaps I could treat you to the famous liquor I keep especially for special guests.”

“I bet you’re from Avalon.”

Madon arched an eyebrow and gave Matilda a thumbs up, “I must say, I’m somewhat taken aback.

How did you know?”

It seemed as if his accent held no hint of his origins.

Matilda covered her mouth to suppress her laughter, her gaze shifting towards the distinguished man trailing behind.

“And this man must be from Lostswa, am I right?”

Grabbing the cue, Peter looked at Matilda, taken aback.

“How did you know?”

“Giving away my secrets will take away all the fun,” Matilda said, chuckling to herself.

Opening the door to a private room, Lidya, who was bringing up the rear, asked, “Matilda, can you guess where I’m from?”

At first, Matilda just casually glanced at her, but suddenly her eyebrows furrowed as she studied Lidya’s face more carefully.

She let out a sudden “Oh!” which drew the immediate attention of both Peter and Madon.

The wide-open windows revealed the mist-enshrouded Whitehead Mountain, while the bustling voices from the festival on the streets below wafted up.

“I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before,” Matilda said, scratching her head, appearing quite confused.