When Hugh heard that, he examined the envelope carefully and was shocked to see that it indeed bore the postmark of Charleston.
Speaking of Charleston, he found the pattern on the postcard strangely familiar. Before he could ponder what the pattern meant, Chelsea continued speaking, “I’m sure that Lucy didn’t die. If you don’t believe me, I’ll go find her alone. You can stay here in the country.”
“N-No, babe. How can I let you go to a foreign country all alone? What’s the point of having a boyfriend if you don’t bring me with you? I’ll go with you to protect you.”
How could he let her go alone? Hugh hurriedly expressed his thoughts, eliciting a chuckle from Chelsea.
“That sounds more like it.”
Seeing Chelsea happy, Hugh hugged her and said, “Since we’re going, we need a plan. Charleston is huge. Where do you plan to start looking for Lucy?”
His question made her freeze. She realized that she only knew that the postcard was from Charleston. She did not have an address.
What if Lucy was just passing through Charleston when she sent her a postcard? Perhaps there was no address written because she was not actually staying there.
With that thought in mind, Chelsea deflated and angrily exclaimed, “It’s all Matthew’s fault, that jerk! How could he arrange a funeral for Lulu? He’s basically cursing her!”
Chelsea cursed Matthew in her heart, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
Yes, if that asshole arranged a funeral for Lulu, he must have known that Lulu was not dead. Maybe he knew where she was.
“Let’s ask Matthew. He must know where Lulu is,” Chelsea said to Hugh.
Hugh thought that it was a good idea. No one else would know Lucy’s whereabouts better than Matthew.
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