Chapter 195 An Encounter at Sunset Hamlet
The trip from The Percy Mansion to Sunset Hamlet took about two and a half hours, almost covering the whole of Evergreen City.
But it wasn't a dull ride. Once Evelyn found out where they were headed, she started chatting away excitedly.
She reminisced about her childhood at the Sunset Hamlet orphanage, sharing stories that were both heartwarming and a bit sad.
Even Jett, who was riding shotgun, got drawn into her tales, and his dislike for Sunset Hamlet started to fade.
Diana listened quietly, occasionally adding a comment or two.
If they couldn't find Grant and Hestia right away, visiting the orphanage first wouldn't be a bad idea.
As they approached Sunset Hamlet, the buildings became noticeably dusty and worn.
Unlike the modern vibe of downtown Evergreen City, the roads in Sunset Hamlet were rough. The buses were long and joined together to carry more passengers, kicking up clouds of dust and rattling as they passed.
The streets weren't narrow, but they were packed with vendors, small vehicles, and a steady stream of pedestrians, making it feel crowded.
The bodyguard drove in a bit and then said, "Ms. Spencer, I'll find a place to park. If we want to go to the orphanage, we'll have to walk."
He looked a bit worried, as Diana's delicate appearance seemed out of place in the dirty, chaotic streets.
But she didn't hesitate, pulling Evelyn out of the car, with Jett following closely behind.
As soon as they stepped out, the smell of fried food filled the air from the nearby stalls.
Evelyn was thrilled; she hadn't been back in five or six years.
Almost nothing had changed, and she eagerly led Diana forward.
"Ms. Spencer, the juice from this place is amazing. And over there, the owner's wife sings beautifully! And this one..."
She kept talking, describing everything she saw, each sight sparking a new story.
Diana smiled, seeing her so happy for the first time.
"Should we buy some things for the kids and Ms. Hope when we visit the orphanage later?"
Evelyn turned, her cheeks flushed. She was quite wealthy now and could buy many things she couldn't afford back then, and she could support the orphanage's better development!
Jett stayed close to Diana, protecting her in the middle.
They were all dressed casually today. Diana had her hair down, covering half her face, blending in with the crowd.
But it was rush hour, and the streets were getting more crowded.
Suddenly, a woman bumped into Jett's arm, crying out in pain and clutching her shoulder.
Her male companion immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
The three of them stopped because of the collision, and Jett quickly apologized, "Sorry, miss, the street is too crowded, and I couldn't avoid you in time."
But Diana suddenly tugged on Jett's sleeve, signaling him to step aside.
She couldn't be mistaken; the voices of these two people were the ones she heard in her previous life right before she died.
As Jett moved aside, a man and a woman came into view.
The man was handsome, with deep-set, charming eyes that always seemed to hold a tender look.
And the woman in his arms had smooth skin and a pure, lovely face. At this moment, she was clutching her arm and frowning, looking very pitiful.
This was why Jett had immediately apologized.
Diana suddenly smiled. How lucky she was!
No matter how much they changed, Diana could always recognize her ex-fiancé and once dear friend who had poisoned her: Grant and Hestia.
"Are you blaming me?" Hestia's beautiful eyebrows furrowed. She was already unhappy about coming to this shabby place, and now the pain in her arm made her mood even worse.
She wanted to vent all the anger she had accumulated over the past few days.
"No, miss, I didn't mean that. Anyway, I apologize, okay? I'm sorry." Jett didn't want to keep this going, so he quickly apologized again.
Grant gently massaged Hestia's shoulder, his tone soft, "Don't be angry. It's just a small matter, and he has already apologized."
His voice was soothing, and Hestia's expression relaxed. She turned her head and said in a low voice, "Forget it, I don't want to argue with you. You can go."
Although her attitude was annoying, Jett was focused on the task at hand. Seeing her let it go, he nodded and prepared to leave with Diana and the others.
But the next second, Diana, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, "What do you mean you don't want to argue?"
Her voice, though moderate in volume, resonated with a sense of authority.
As soon as she spoke, Grant was shocked. His eyes uncontrollably fell on Diana's face.
It wasn't her.
The Diana in front of him was indeed a beauty, but far less flamboyant and charming than Sophia in his memory.
Sophia, who had become the head of the Sword of Damocles at a young age. Everyone revered her as a god, and even Grant, her fiancé, was no different from others in her eyes.
The tone in which Diana spoke was exactly like Sophia's, making him feel a bit dazed.
But he quickly snapped out of it. It couldn't be her. Sophia was already dead, killed by his own hands.
Grant breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding. He suppressed his emotions and forced a gentle smile, "Sorry, miss, my girlfriend is not in a good mood today and took it out on you. I apologize on her behalf."
Hestia didn't expect him to speak for an outsider, and her anger flared up even more.
She grabbed Grant's collar, stood on tiptoe, and brought her face close to his, gritting her teeth and whispering, "Grant! You're my boyfriend, what do you mean by this?"
But Grant ignored her, only focusing on Diana's face, watching her reaction.
"If she's angry, does that mean she can take it out on others? If I have a bigger temper, can I just hit people on the street? Do you want to be the first one to get hit?"
Diana crossed her arms, speaking quickly, as if she would slap him the next second if he dared to nod.
Grant awkwardly touched his nose, "I'm really sorry, if necessary, I can compensate you."
After saying that, he lowered his head to comfort Hestia in his arms, "Sorry, Hestia, we'll talk about this later."
Seeing this, Diana, who had been aggressive just now, sneered.
But she didn't pursue the matter further. She waved her hand and said coldly, "Fine, I don't want to argue with you either. You can go, but remember to watch where you're going next time."
Hestia's eyes sharpened at her contemptuous words, "What do you mean?"
Grant immediately pulled her away, leading her out while continuously apologizing to Diana, "Sorry, we'll leave now."
Hestia was restrained by him and couldn't resist. They walked several hundred feet away before she broke free. "Shine, what are you doing? Why are you protecting a stranger?"
"Shine" was Grant's code name in the Sword of Damocles, and only Hestia used it as an intimate term to address him.
Grant rubbed his temples. Since Sophia's death, her temper had become increasingly unpredictable.
"We're here for a reason, why bother arguing with a stranger?"
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