As soon as the military off-road vehicle left the gate, Abigail Zimmerman instructed the driver to stop, and she, along with Titus Zane and two others, got out and entered the sedan they had driven there.
Jon sat in the passenger seat, occasionally looking at Abigail Zimmerman through the rearview mirror.
Titus Zane sat next to Abigail Zimmerman, one hand tightly held in hers, while the other gently stroked or patted continuously, sighs echoed beside them.
Abigail Zimmerman ordered the guards and the driver to keep the visit of Titus Zane and Jon to the military compound a secret, as she had her concerns.
With a hired driver in front, even though filled with doubts, Titus Zane had no choice but to endure.
The sedan headed towards the city center, and when passing a restaurant, Titus Zane asked the driver to stop, pretending to be hungry and wanting something to eat.
The three of them got out of the car one after another and entered the restaurant.
It was just before ten in the morning, not a mealtime, and there were hardly any diners. They chose a private room in a corner, ordered food, and as soon as the waiter left with the menu, Titus Zane eagerly started talking.
"Madam, you mentioned last time that my mother was killed by Ariana Evans. Could you tell me what happened?"
Looking at Titus Zane, Abigail Zimmerman sighed again, then lowered her head, gazing at a spot on the dining table, and said, "It’s a long story, and your uncle forbade me to mention it.
Yesterday, I don’t know how my husband found out that Nora’s daughter had come looking for us, just as we were ready to go to the café for an appointment, his driver took me to the compound instead.
George said that from now on, we would live in the compound for safety.
In fact, Abigail Zimmerman knew he just didn’t want her to have contact with Nora’s daughter.
Living here, far from the city center, and outsiders can’t come in, so there was no need to worry about them secretly meeting again.
Abigail Zimmerman looked up earnestly at Titus Zane and said, "Child, I heard you’ve been living abroad for years. You should never come back. Stay away from Julian Zane and Ariana Evans, both of them,
are not good people, more cruel than you can imagine."
Speaking of Julian Zane and his wife, Abigail Zimmerman used the word ’cruel’ instead of ’bad’.
Hearing her own parents being criticized, Titus Zane felt no strong ripples inside; at that moment, what she wanted to know most was, "You asked me to settle abroad, but there must be a convincing reason for that to be believable."
Abigail Zimmerman sighed again and was just about to speak when a waiter knocked on the door, came in, placed the teapot on the dining table, and then politely left.
Jon took the teapot, poured tea for himself and the two women, picked it up, brought it to his lips and gently blew on it while slowly swirling it around.
Abigail Zimmerman took Titus Zane’s hand again, wanting to say something, but hesitated. Finally, she patted the back of Titus Zane’s hand and said, "Don’t ask me for reasons, I can only tell you, stay as far away from Julian Zane and his wife as possible, do not become the next Nora."
Then, she gently patted the back of Titus Zane’s hand again and said, "That’s all I can tell you. Please, don’t come looking for me anymore."
After speaking, Abigail Zimmerman got up and left.
Watching her departing figure, Titus Zane’s eyes narrowed, sinking into deep thought.
She wanted to know: who was Nora, what did she look like, how did she meet her father, and how did she die...
All of this, like a mystery, Titus Zane knew that once she found the beginning of this mystery, all the questions would be unraveled one by one.