Erika dragged her feet and sat under the shade of a large tree by the side of the left road unable to walk, checking her phone for message alerts. As she glanced through her email, her face lit up with joy – it was from Mark, she sighed closing her eyes in bless.
"I'm fine, madam. I've returned home with some wounds; I'll be away for a while. I found some information about your aunt Elizabeth, the second lieutenant in the army. She used to work for the Canadian government but retired early.
Lighwell Industries belonged to the late founder Damian Well. Your mother was married to a naval officer who passed away, leaving her with a three-year-old child, I couldn't find more about the Well family, but I'll search later. Sorry for causing you worry," Erika's read the message.
Tears of gratitude streamed down her face as she held back from breaking down, feeling a bit of pain at the injury site but indifferent, having faced worse before.
