"I didn't know that you had a thing for antiques. But I apologize, I cannot help you."
"Why not?" Eugene was surprised that she refused to help.
"She left Utahill. She told me that she fell in love with a foreigner and left with him. That was long time ago. I also kept moving from one place to another place. We couldn't exchange any letters. So, I have no idea where she is."
Mixing with the truth, she came up with a story and told him without feeling guilty.
Eugene's shoulders slumped. "Is that so…" He looked despondent. He didn't press her any further.
"So, I'll be heading back now. Do you want me to give you a ride?" he offered. "I can assure you that my carriage is more comfortable than the local carriage."
"Thank you for the offer. I have some business to do. You go ahead," Veronica told him.
As she tried to make him leave, Eugene hesitated. "Do you mind if I tag along with you."
"I mind. It's a personal business."
