Taking Alpha's Twins Away After Divorce novel Chapter 470

"Caspian Brooks?"

Natalia asked as she walked toward the old man who was sitting on the wooden floor while slamming a hammer on a key.

Though he was an old man, his hands were not shaking while working. His hands tightened his grips whenever his hammer went close to the keys.

Hearing his name, the old man raised his head slowly. He adjusted his glasses and tried to look at Natalia carefully.

"Who are you, child?" he said with a weak voice.

Natalia realized that he was not as strong as she had thought about him. It was just that his hands were professional when he was working.

"Gentleman, I need your help."

The old man set down his hammer and looked at the old woman behind Natalia and Damia.

"Please sit," the old woman said to them.

The house was really small. It would not be a lie for her to say that the entire house was equal to her and Adrian's bedroom in the pack house.

The old woman was about to grab a stool for them. But Natalia shook her hands to stop her.

"We can sit on the floor."

The old man and old woman were both taken aback. By looking at Natalia's clothes, they could guess that she had come from a very wealthy family.

Natalia slowly sat down on the mat that lay on the floor. Damia quickly followed her lead and sat beside her.

The old man looked at Natalia and asked,

"How may I help you?"

Natalia and Damia exchanged a glance. Damia nodded her head at her and turned her gaze to the locksmith.

"We have a lock that you need to unlock."

The old man raised his gaze from the phone and looked directly into her eyes.

"How can you go near this door? Who are you?" the old man asked.

Natalia was taken aback. She did not want to introduce herself as Luna. She wanted to hide her identity. So she said,

"I am Luna's friend. She wants this, so she sent it to you."

The old man handed the phone back to Damia. He shook his head and said,

"I can't help you. I can't make a key for this door."

Natalia frowned at him. "But all the locksmiths said about you. Why are you refusing to help us?"

The colors of his face drained as he replied,

"It's not any ordinary lock. The door has been spellbound for years. The lock was made by my father, and it was spellbound by my father's sister, who was a witch."