Ste had made no prophetic ims. It was merely a coincidence of names. Even Julian and Ste didn’t recognize the man in the photograph; he was not their biological father, so Meredith had no further suspicions. The world is full of people with the same names and simr faces. The resemnce to Lucien DuMont meant little, and Meredith could hardly suggest a paternity test without overstepping.
Besides, Lucien DuMont would never agree to such an intrusive request. He had already shared more than enough information.
“I’m sorry,” Meredith apologized to Lucien DuMont.
“It’s fine,” Lucien DuMont replied, not minding the confusion.
After the funeral, Terrence Sterling took Meredith back to their South Gate vi.
Ste was reluctant to see Meredith leave Ravenwood.
Ste and Julian returned to Ravenwood, their hearts heavy with grief over Bianca’s death.
“Do you think this Darcy DuMont could still be alive?” Ste pondered aloud, recalling how no remains were found. “You know how it goes in those melodramatic TV shows. Maybe he was resurrected or saved by someone.”
“You know that’s just TV, all make-believe,” Julian retorted. “If he were alive, wouldn’t he havee back? Bianca waited over twenty years for him.”
“Maybe, maybe he can’te back for some reason,” Ste spected, a spark of thought lighting up her mind. “Maybe he lost his memory, or he’s paralyzed, or disfigured and too ashamed to return.”
“You’ve watched too many dramas,” Julian remarked. “Let me exin how amnesia really works-it’s not that simple…”
“No need to exin, I already know,” Ste interrupted, confidently. “There are psychogenic amnesia and dissociative amnesia, where the normal integration of consciousness, memory, identity, or perception of the environment is disrupted.”
Julian was stunned. “Ste, how do you know this?”
“I Googled it,” Ste said proudly, adding, “That’s why it’s possible. There’s an old saying, ‘to see is to believe.’ Did you see anything?”
“Nothing at all,” Julian admitted unwittingly.
“Exactly,” Ste concluded. “He might still be alive. But it’s pointless to discuss it now. Bianca is gone, and even if Darcy DuMont is alive, they can’t meet anymore.”
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Back at the hotel from the cemetery, Lucien DuMont received a video call from his mother in France.
The woman in the video was Catherine, a noble and elegantdy, belonging to one of France’s most respected royal families.
Lucien DuMont shared the amusing incidents from the capital with his mother, Catherine.
“My dear son, when do you n to return? You seem so content there; has a local girl captured your heart?” Catherine teased her son.
“Mother,” Lucien DuMontughed, “thedies here are indeed beautiful, as are thendscapes and cultural sights. I’d like to stay a bit longer. Why don’t you and fathere here? I’ll take you to some great ces to eat and visit.”
A man’s voice intervened, “Your mother isn’t well enough to travel.”
Then, a man appeared in the video, revealed to be Lucien DuMont’s father, Darcy DuMont.
“Your father will be visiting the capital next week on behalf of the royal family,” Catherine informed.
“Really?” Lucien DuMont was ted. “Father, I’ll wait for you. Today, a Mrs. Sterling mentioned that I resemble her father, who is also named Darcy DuMont. I saw his photo, and indeed, we look alike. Her father was also French, but he disappeared over twenty years ago.”
Hearing this, Darcy DuMont’s expression remained unchanged, but Catherine’s face subtly shifted as old memories resurfaced.
“What happened then?” Catherine pressed.
“I showed them a photo of you, father, and they realized it was a mistake,” Lucien exined. “Father, you don’t look like the man in the photo at all.”
“It was a misunderstanding, and it’s good that it’s cleared up,” Darcy DuMont said. “Son, see you next week.”
Catherine’s demeanor was slightly off as she forced a smile, “My dear son, your father and I have to leave now, so let’s not chat any longer.”