Chapter 254: Chapter 254: Living in Your Heart (18)

After hearing the news, Nathaniel Green’s mind was in turmoil.

He felt quite emotional: The secrets the Young Master has kept are truly profound.

All this time, he hadn’t noticed even a bit.

He used to think that Tia Bailey was Elliot Gill’s girlfriend, entangled with his Young Master. But now, it seemed he was mistaken.

"Young Madam, let me take that." Nathaniel Green took the suitcase from her.

Lucy Eaton smiled slightly, "Today I re-register my household status. Later, you can take Naomi and go ahead; I have some matters to attend to. Once done, I’ll head back to Ningham to apply for a replacement ID card."

"Are we also handling the marriage certificate today?"

"Naturally, let’s get it all sorted. Naomi’s household hasn’t been registered yet, and without the marriage certificate, how can we register her?"

Nathaniel Green said happily, "Young Madam is right. I’ll leave a few people for you."

Lucy Eaton didn’t refuse, "Okay."

Elliot Gill came out with Naomi, looking at the delicate and exquisite child. Nathaniel Green handed her a specially prepared little robot butler, "Little Miss, this is for you. Don’t be fooled by its size; not only can it talk and play games with you, it can also cheer you up."

"Wow," her eyes sparkled, "I’ve always wanted this, thank you, Uncle."

With the little robot in hand, she happily followed Nathaniel Green away.

Elliot Gill and Lucy Eaton returned to the living room.

The room was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

"Can the ’child cup’ be removed now?"

"Of course." Elliot Gill handed her a black square box, "Take this, and it’ll come out."

Lucy Eaton opened it, finding something like a black pill inside. She hesitated a bit, "What is this?"

"It’s medicine to stimulate it. Once ingested, it’ll come out eagerly."

"It’s not something that’ll make me lose my memory or anything, is it?"

Elliot Gill chuckled, "We’ve lived under the same roof for five years. I thought you’d know me well enough, but still, you don’t trust me."

Though he smiled, the sadness in his eyes was unmistakable.

Lucy Eaton said nothing more and swallowed it with some mineral water.

Once in her stomach, she felt her head splitting with pain, and her stomach burning like fire.

"I feel terrible..."

"Just go to the bathroom and throw it up; it’ll be fine."

Swaying, she quickly ran to the toilet, vomiting relentlessly until her stomach was emptied.

A white translucent worm, like a little fish, entered her sight.

Upon seeing it, Lucy Eaton felt nauseated again and flushed the toilet, slowly standing up.

Elliot Gill handed her the opened mineral water, "Rinse your mouth."

"Want to go downstairs for breakfast together?"

Elliot Gill replied, "I’d be delighted."

The two went together to the breakfast shop in the neighborhood.

Two baskets of steamed dumplings, two bowls of soy milk.

Her stomach was empty, so she ate quickly. He was slow and methodical, savoring each bite.

"Can you accompany me to Country A once?"

"Why?"

"I said, if you haven’t remembered within these five years, I’ll tell you everything."

"Those details, honestly, I’m not too keen to know now." Having understood the basics from books, she didn’t want to focus on events from hundreds of years ago. Because compared to those, the present and future are more important.

"Tia, our contract expires tonight. This is my final request to you."

"Can’t you tell me without going to Country A?"

"Certainly." He confessed, "I want to take you to see the place you once lived."

Five years have passed; a bit more time won’t hurt.

"Alright, I’ll go with you, but only for a week. After that, I will come back."

"Alright." He nodded readily.

"When do we leave?"

"To avoid delaying time, let’s go today."

Lucy Eaton said, "But my luggage has already been taken back to Ningham. I’ll go to the mall later to buy three outfits to bring along."

"Okay, I’ll wait for you at the airport."

After breakfast, the two parted ways.

On her way to the mall, Lucy Eaton called Jacob Green to tell him the plan, and Jacob Green responded, "Then we’ll meet in Sakora."

"Are you going too?"

"It’s been five years for you two; even a minute more, I can’t bear to wait."

Knowing how much he endured, Lucy Eaton let it be.

After shopping for clothes and about to leave, her gaze was once again attracted to the window displaying antique garments.

The red and white thin sheer crossover long dress hanging inside; she had seen it a few years ago.

But at that time, Elliot Gill said he was feeling unwell, and they left hastily.

Seeing it once again, she felt a connection.

So she pushed open the glass door and went in.

The salesperson greeted her warmly, "Here to buy clothes?"

"Yes." She pointed at the long dress and asked, "How much is this outfit?"

"Sorry, miss, this dress is the only one in the store that is not for sale."

"Why?"

"This was worn by a deceased person and is several hundred years old. Generally, no one wants to buy it; it’s only displayed because it’s beautiful. If you like, we can custom-make this style, but the fabric will be different."

"Can you take it down for me to have a look?"

The salesperson nodded, "Sure."

Once the dress was taken down, Lucy Eaton looked at it carefully and liked it more with each glance, "This dress doesn’t look like it’s hundreds of years old; it looks so new."

"Yes, due to the fabric, this outfit was incredibly expensive even hundreds of years ago, not to mention now."

"You say it’s from hundreds of years ago; how did it come to be here?"

"Country A," the salesperson explained, "probably from the Thirteen Dynasty, but the specifics of how it was acquired aren’t convenient to disclose."

Lucy Eaton knew it must have come from the black market; such items can’t be traded openly.

Just how coincidental, from the Thirteen Dynasty of Country A?

"I want this dress; may I see your boss?"

The salesperson reiterated, "The boss said this dress is not for sale."

"Could you ask once more, say I’m willing to pay a high price for it."

Seeing her sincerity, the salesperson nodded, "I’ll ask again."

While dialing the phone, she said, "Miss, don’t you find it unlucky? After all, it’s a dress worn by the dead."

"I used to work in a funeral home; I don’t mind these things."

Just as she dialed, the store owner’s wife came over, and she hurriedly hung up the phone, "This is our boss’s wife."

After the salesperson’s explanation, the boss’s wife said, "Originally, the dress wasn’t for sale; firstly, because it’s ancient and worn by a deceased, few would buy it. Secondly, I really like this dress, even though I don’t wear it. But since you’re so sincere, let’s be straightforward: I can sell it to you, but it’s costly. If you can afford the price, you can take the dress."