Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Paula, worried that Jared might actually break Hayden apart, quickly wheeled him away. Jared glanced in the direction where the two were escaping.

"Fine, I'll have to show them what an old thug can do!" he muttered.

"Uncle, have you seen Orson?"

Tina asked as she walked over. Suddenly, Jared had the idea to create a new fragrance, dubbed "Old Man's Brother" - "Old Thug!" Jared nodded, "Yes, he's quite heartbroken, not even watching where he's going."

"Being young is truly wonderful," Natalie chuckled. After discussing Boris and Grace's situation outside the hospital room, they were just about to go eat when Natalie's phone rang. It was Angela. Angela hadn't been seen since Natalie returned to the Brookes family. Natalie had tried to find her several times, but Angela's obsession was deep; she only wanted to find the Five Poisons before returning to the Brookes family. Natalie couldn't force her; Angela had her own choices.

Natalie was quite surprised to receive this message. Angela had sent a picture of the entrance to a university abroad. This university was where Joshua had studied overseas, and it was also a place where the Five Poisons had once stayed. Natalie sighed, "Angela has gone to investigate the Five Poisons. Hopefully, she can uncover some clues."

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Angela stared at the university gate and walked straight through. The campus was suffused with the spirit of youth. Both male and female students wore smiles as if nourished by honey.

Dressed in a black leather jacket, Angela walked across the sports field, slightly out of place among the shorts and t-shirts. Fortunately, the university campus was a place of free expression, and her attire didn't attract much attention. Only a few boys, interested in Angela, whistled, seemingly deterred from approaching by her cool demeanor.

Angela walked on, blocking out all surrounding signals, directly approaching a monument. It commemorated a shooting battle from years past, bearing many names from various countries around the world. Even today, fresh flowers lay at the base of the monument in remembrance.

Looking up, Angela's gaze quickly found a familiar yet strange name.

Jake Glover (Five Poisons).

It was astonishingly direct. It was as if he had nearly written 'Five Poisons' on his forehead. Such a blatant, provocative name had been hidden here for so long, mourned and memorialized by others. Shameless!

Angela stared intently at the name, her eyes betraying a mix of scorn, anger, and a complex, subtle emotion. She couldn't understand how someone so devoid of humanity could father a child. Who was her mother? What was his purpose in having her? A monster devoid of any conscience, could he truly love his wife and child?

Angela couldn't comprehend. What was the meaning of her existence in this world? Other children were legacies, treasures, proofs of a family's continuation. What about her? Her legacy seemed to be darkness, sorrow, and guilt towards everything in the world, if it could be said she shared anything with other children. It was merely continuation. The continuation of the creator's evil, darkness.

Angela clenched her fists, staring venomously at the name. The sun warmed her leather jacket, but it was no match for the heat in her gaze.

"Do you have any relatives here?"

A cheerful male voice sounded from behind.

Angela snapped back to reality and turned around to see a man dressed as a gardener with graying hair, an elderly figure. Angela replied, "No, none."

"Oh, that's fortunate. Seeing you so sad, I thought you were missing your family. Since that's not the case, it's for the best."

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The old man with white hair tidied up the fresh flowers and took out a cloth to wipe the dust off the monument.

It was unclear whether he was talking to himself or to Angela when he said, "When the shooting happened, I was here cleaning, right in this spot. I was so scared I wet my pants. If it weren't for Mr. Glover, my name would be on this monument now." Angela paused, Mr. Glover?

She pointed to the name Jake Glover, "Him?"

The old man looked up, saw Jake Glover's name, and smiled, "Yes, that's him. A very refined man, my hero."

Angela frowned, He saved someone?

How could that be?

"Excuse me, could you tell me more about what happened back then? I'm very curious."

The old man stopped his work and nodded, "I'd be delighted to."

Inside the cafeteria, Angela sat opposite the old man, listening to him talk about the Five Poisons and their activities abroad.

"Mr. Glover didn't like us calling him that; he preferred to be known as Five Poisons. He said it spurred him on. My labor quarters were close to his student dormitory, and he often asked me to leave the door unlocked for him. Over time, we became familiar."

"Later, after he graduated and stayed on at the school, our dorms were even closer. Oh yes, he also had a good friend, a very handsome man obsessed with plants, adored by many at the school."

Angela knew he was talking about Joshua.

The old man continued, "The two were inseparable, sometimes drinking and chatting together, occasionally inviting me along. I'm just a janitor, I couldn't understand their technical jargon, so I just joined them for drinks. Then the shooting happened, it was so sudden, the whole school was thrown into panic."

"That day, many died-students and teachers alike. I was in the garden, and when I heard about the shooting, a bullet whizzed past my calf. I was petrified, too scared to move, I even wet my pants."

"But at that moment, I didn't think to run or scream, I just knew I might die. Just when I thought I was going to meet God, he appeared."

"He grabbed my hand and we ran. The criminal was chasing us from behind. Eventually, we were cornered, and he stood in front of me."

The white-haired old man's tears fell as he said, "His blood splattered on me as he fell in front of me."

"We were so close, the police arrived just moments later. If we had held on a bit longer, we would have been saved."NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

The old man was visibly moved, clearly regretful about the events of that day.

Yet Angela always felt that the man the old man spoke of wasn't Five Poisons.

He was more likely to shoot someone than to save them.

It really was like a dream.