On the road and sitting in the carriage, a mature woman donning a black dress and silver hair ornaments was peeping through the carriage window, doubt in her eyes as she looked at the row of buildings coming into view
"Mother, do you see something?" a male voice sounded, bringing the woman's attention back to the carriage.
She closed the window before looking at the son who was sitting with her in the carriage accompanying her.
"Um, there are buildings there. They should be the ones Hayes wrote about."
Upon hearing that, the young man's brows arched, surprise showing on his face.
"So, he wasn't lying?"
The woman snickered at the thought of her youngest lying. "If he lies, won't he get his legs broken?"
The brother's lips twitched at hearing that from the mother. 'Mother was still the vicious one!'
"Indeed, he won't dare."
