The group returned to Mr. Quill's villa.
But this time, everyone was in a different mood.
Half an hour ago, when Mrs. McCarthy and the rest were going to get on the plane at the airport, Mr. McCarthy got a phone call, and immediately informed them to get off the plane and came here.
It turned out that Mr. McCarthy had noticed that something was going with Mr. Quill the last time they were here. Although Mr. Quill seemed to have been open and honest, he had held something back.
Therefore, he quietly arranged for two people to come and keep a closer eye on him.
The news came unexpectedly soon after they left.
He was told that Mr. Quill left the villa alone in the middle of the night and went to the end of the village.
Mr. McCarthy realized that it was unusable, so they came over quickly and witnessed the confrontation between Mr. Quill and the man in black.
At this point, everything had become clear.
Mrs. McCarthy did not expect that things had turned out way more unpredictably than she thought.
Now, everyone was sitting in the living room of the villa, and obviously, this was an awkward moment.
Then they heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from outside.
Soon, Felix pushed the door open and came in.
Queeny walked over quickly and asked, "How was it going? Did you catch him?"
Felix's face showed a gloomy expression. He shook his head.
Mr. McCarthy was not surprised by this result.
He knew at first glance that the man was not simple. Besides, it was dark, and Felix was not familiar with the area. Not surprisingly he didn’t catch him.
He turned to look at Mr. Quill.
"Mr. Quill, shouldn’t you explain this to us?"
Mr. Quill's face took on a ghastly expression.
By this time, he no longer had the mocking look with malicious pleasure on his face as he had last time. He sat there sullenly, and silently like a statue.
Mrs. McCarthy said solemnly, "Mr. Quill, we already saw what happened, so we can't just ignore it. Whether you say it or not, we’ll be able to find out in the end, and it just takes us some effort and time. We still have several months to spend here, but as for you, can you afford it time? Can your great-granddaughter, Fiona, afford it?"
The old man trembled a little by hearing what she said.
After a while, he sighed faintly.
"I know, I can't hold it back from you, and I didn’t mean to do it. I was just thinking about how to tell you about this."
The rest frowned in unison.
Mr. Quill kept silent for a while and started speaking again.
"It dated back to sixty years ago..."
Sixty years ago, the country was in a tense and turbulent situation. As an orphan, Mr. Quill had nobody but himself to rely on to make a living in troubled times.
One day, he made acquaintance with Ariana Rose and a man. The three of them supported each other in troubled times and got along very well.
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