Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 631

Everyone knew Jahan’s grandma was a bar girl in her younger days. She had a lucky encounter with a general of Yartran one day, and eventually, she became his wife.

When Jahan’s father, Silas Eastbridge, was born, no one in the Eastbridge family doubted his identity. That was simply because he shared a similar look to his birth mother. However, when Jahan was born, his appearance was nowhere close to anyone in the family’s genealogy. In fact, he did not even look like his parents.

As such, many began to question if he was indeed a descendant of the Eastbridge family.

Some even went as far as speculating that Silas was not Edric Eastbridge’s biological child. Nevertheless, Edric was very confident that Silas was indeed his child. Deep down, he knew he was the one who took Agatha Barlowe’s virginity.

Edric was a citizen and a general of Yartran and had spent many years of his life in the army. That was why when he came across a woman who could still protect her maidenhood despite working in a hedonistic environment, he could not help but have a fair bit of admiration for her.

Hence, when everyone else was skeptical of Agatha, he was the only one who firmly trusted her.

Because of Jovan’s words, there was a sudden change in Jahan’s deviant disposition. Even though the whole of Yartran had been debating about his background and whether he truly belonged to the Eastbridge family, no one in the family had ever said a word, much less said anything in front of him.

But with how Jovan had expressed his thoughts so explicitly, it was inevitable that their already bad relationship would take a turn for the worse.

“Let me remind you about something, Jovan. The Eastbridge family has never raised any outsiders. I hope you’ll keep what you’ve just said from Mr. Isaac!” Finishing his words, Jahan strode out of Jovan’s office.

The whole situation at the presidential palace grew hostile as the tension between Yartran’s major-general and crown prince thickened.

on Conch Island, Rayna, whose freedom was limited to Primrose Mansion, weaved through the streets

time. There’s a fair here today.” It had been a long time

was holding its annual fair. That explained why she was

and wafted into their noses, causing Rayna to gulp her saliva. “Caylie, did you bring

hand and put it on her crossbody bag to feel the contents. Rayna could not help but chuckle brightly. “Are

As much as the chefs at Primrose Mansion had excellent cooking skills and ensured

a taste of the delicacies of Conch Island, Ms. Griffith.” As Caylie said that, she led Rayna

study, only to find Jovan standing on the balcony, repeatedly making calls on his phone while

Get out first.” The frustration building up within Jovan only grew more intense when he turned back and realized that his

on the coffee table when she heard her brother’s words. She was briefly stumped, and soon displeasure became apparent on her face as she turned and walked toward the door. “Tsk. As if I came up here willingly!

did not go through. When Jovan called the mansion’s number, the housekeeper answered and told him that Caylie and Rayna had gone to town, along with the driver. With that information, the man gave the driver a call, but the latter

within him. Irina abruptly barging into his room earlier became the perfect chance for

is the location of the number you asked me to check.” Jahan’s assistant, Alex, passed

a dismissive hand at Alex and said to the

arrived before a wishing tree. There, Rayna could smell

wishing tree. Beside it is a monastery. It’s a place frequently visited by tourists.” Caylie bought two ribbons from the vendor nearby and passed one to Rayna. “This is a wishing ribbon.

hand out to receive the ribbon and rubbed her fingers against the patterns on it. “Caylie, I can’t

as she wanted to write, she

be able to see what you write inside.” With that said, Caylie grabbed a pen from the wooden table beside her and passed it to Rayna. Then, she held her hand and said, “Here you go. Just write

one hand, Rayna tried to figure out where she could write on the ribbon by running her fingers across the surface. From