The Wright household.
The whole Wright mansion was well-lit.
Mrs. Wright reclined, all smiles, on a sofa in the living room, facing Mr. Kawn, who was all business.
"Don't worry, Mr. Kawn! I'll treat what you've tasked me with as my own business."
Wilson Kawn chuckled, "Of course I believe you, Mrs. Wright. We've investigated for so many years and only just found that that child was probably taken to Julio by human traffickers. Then the leads went dead. For all our work, we had nothing to show for it and could only count on someone else. When it comes to finding people, no one can measure up to the Wright family. I've come to Julio personally for this. Only, this are the private affairs of the Kawn family, so I hope you can all keep this secret. Our father has been sick for a long time, and his greatest wish is to find that child. So whether or not you manage to do so, please notify me at once and allow me to confirm it, so the old man doesn't get his hopes up for nothing."
Mrs. Wright nodded.
"Of course. Please don't worry, Mr. Kawn. I'll notify you of any news at once."
"If that's the case, thank you. This is a photo of the child, but it was taken only at a few months old. It might not be of any use."
Wilson passed a yellowed old photo over, a bit of regret in his face.
Mrs. Wright took it and looked it over.
The photos was over a dozen years old, but other than a bit of yellowing, it had been well-preserved.
It was clear that the person who owned the photo cherished it greatly.
Mrs. Wright looked at it for a while and chuckled.
"You know, children all look pretty much the same, but this child has especially great features. I think it resembles Natalia when she was young."
To the side, a middle-aged man hurriedly said, "What are you talking about, Mom? Natalia's got a mother and father. We even went over to their place when Kiera was bearing her. How could it be related to Miss Kawn?"
Mrs. Wright laughed it off. "Right, right. I was just saying it."
Wilson, though, was interested.
"You're talking about the same Natalia who sang in the Parlour the other day?"
Mrs. Wright nodded. "That's her."
Wilson smiled. "Honestly, the first time I saw her, I thought she looked a lot like Yvonne. I don't just mean her features, but also the aura and the feeling I get from her gaze. How old is she now?"
"Twenty-five, I think!"
"Twenty-five?" Wilson's face changed.
If Yvonne was alive, she'd happen to be twenty-four or twenty-five.
Suddenly growing emotional, he blurted, "You said her mother's name was Kiera? Did you see this Kiera give birth to her with your own eyes?"
Mrs. Wright was taken aback.
She hadn't been in Julio at the time, so of course she hadn't seen it personally. She'd only gone to visit Kiera when she was pregnant, and hugged the child a few times after she'd given birth.
The old lady didn't have a reply this time.
As she pondered, a voice came from the doorway. "Of course I saw it with my own eyes."
Everyone looked towards the source of the voice. A middle-aged woman walked in.
Mrs. Wright introduced, "Ah right. This is my daughter-in-law, Penny. Penny, this is Wilson of the Kawn family of Eqitin. You can call him Mr. Kawn."
Penny gave a hasty greeting.
Wilson asked right away, "You saw it personally?"
Penny smiled faintly. "Yes, Kiera's mother died early. She had no reliable female friends around her when she was about to give birth. Our families have been friends for generations and I gave birth two years earlier than she did, so I went over to look. It wouldn't be fake.
Seeing that she seemed sincere, Wilson was a bit disappointed.
Mrs. Wright, though, was dubious.
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