After Divorce

Levi went silent for a moment before finally speaking “I don’t know,” 

Maeve furrowed her brows and then escorted Levi to the car. 

Alex helped Levi into the back seat while Maeve, still full of questions, settled in the car herself 

It was going to be a sleepless night for her. 

In a soft voice, Maeve asked, “Could you take me to the Scott Estate 

“Give me the address,” Levi responded. 

She pulled out her phone and sent the address to Levi 

“Let’s go.” Levi instructed Alex. 

“Yes, Mr. Hackett.” 

According to the Scotts‘ tradition, Scott Estate was only visited during Christmas. After Patrick passed away, Maeve had lived with Philip and hadn’t returned to the estate since. 

Although it was known as Scott Estate, no one had lived there since Otis‘ generation. This place was a stranger to Marve. 

The estate was in the city center and had been largely uninhabited for years, save for occasional cleanings. 

The night wind was bone–chilling Maeve stepped out of the car, pulling Led’s coat tighter around herself. The yard was desolated, clearly lacking a gardener’s touch, but the security remained impeccable. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Maeve pushed Levi’s wheelchair toward the yard. The inside of it could only be unlocked by a lay at the Scotts 

She retrieved an old, well–wrapped key from her handbag. It was a key she always kept close and never let out of her sight. 

She opened the gate, revealing a vintage two–story villa. Though it didn’t appear large from the outside, it was among the most luxurious of its time a century ago. 

After Otis‘ passing, Maverick had moved out, leaving the place to serve as a memorial hall for their ancestors. 

“If I remember correctly, the memorial hall should be in the building of the backyard,” Maeve said as she walked in, following her memory. 

The backyard was hidden behind tall walls to conceal this second building. It was a quaint structure, contrasting sharply with the vintage renovation of the front building. This part of the estate looked much older as if it were a fer centuries old. 

“I never understood why there was such an old building here,” Maeve mused 

“My dad once told me that it had always been part of the estate. The Scotts were prominent in Seathbu City, with ancestors who held govemment positions. But I didn’t grasp the significance back then and never took it to heart” 

“The Scotts‘ ancestors indeed held high positions in the government,” Levi commented. “Your grandfather was a dedicated scholar and became a brilliant strategist.” 

As they approached the entrance, Marve was startled to see a lock on the door. “I don’t have a key for this,” she stammered. 

Levi started coughing after hearing her words. 

“Don’t worry. I don’t recall it being locked” she said. 

“The memorial hall is usually locked,” Levi replied. “The key, along with the estate key, should have been with your father. Think carefully. Who might have the memorial hall’s key now?” 

“Uncle Phil?” Marve guessed 

Philip was currently in prison, and all his personal belongings had likely been confiscated. He hadn’t given Maeve the key when she inherited the estate. 

“That’s possible. I’ll have my people check with the police. They should be able to find it,” Levi said. 

“No, let me go. I have some questions for him anyway.”