Never See You Again

Maeve didn’t buy Zion’s story for a second. She pushed his hand away. “Behave yourself.” 

“Alright, I’ll listen to my wife, Zion said with a smade, 

On the way back, Maeve examined the key in her hand its craftsmanship was exquisite, clearly from a century ago. The unique shape of the lock was also quite rare. “Let’s drive to the Scott estate. I want to check out the memorial hal, Maeve said. 

“Phillp mentioned there’s nothing valuable in the memorial hall. Or maybe the items there aren’t valable but hold some secret,” Zion said in a low voice. 

“Since my dad valued the memorial hall so much when he was alive, it must hide something important. Maybe Uncle Phil couldn’t find it because it’s inconspicuous. 

Maeve remembered her childhood visits to the memorial hall she had been too young then, and although she was curious the first time she entered, there was nothing of interest beyond that. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing Maeve’s seriousness, Zion gently tapped her forehead and said affectionately, “Alright, stop overthinking. We have the key anyway. We’ll find out what’s hidden inside eventually” 

“I’m doing this for you. Are you now saying that I’m overthinking?” 

“I wouldn’t dare. Whatever you do is right, my love.” 

“Out the smooth talk!” 

Marve’s focus remained entirely on the key. When they arrived at the Scott estate, Maeve and Zion walked hand in hand to the memorial hall. Maeve inserted the key into the lock. It clicked open, and she finally felt relieved. She glanced back at Zion, and together they entered the hall The Scout family’s memorial hall hadn’t been touched in a long time and was covered in dust. Maeve couldn’t help but cough as she walked in Zion inspected the candlesticks, noting they hadn’t been tended to in ages. However, they looked like they had been used before. Marve said, “Since Uncle Phil took over the Scott family, we haven’t really visited here. It should look pretty much the same as it did a few years ago.” The memorial hall showed signs of having been searched. If Philip had hidden the key, be must have come before to look for something but found nothing. Marve looked at the Scott family’s memorial plaques and moved them slightly. She frowned. “This place is so small. What could possibly be hidden here?” Zion ran his hands over the walls and crouched down to knock on the floor tiles. The ground wasn’t hollow, suggesting nothing was buried beneath. Could it be that there really was nothing in the memorial hall?