On the back of the photo was a line of text: Tony Brown, born in 1987, from Maplewick, joined the American peacekeeping forces in Libya in 2014.
Thelma felt puzzled. “What do you want me to do with this photo?”
Mira said, “Do you remember when we first met?”
Of course, she remembered; she had been captivated by her singing in Maplewick.
“At that time, I rejected you, right? Later, someone found me. He knew I was looking for someone and told me to come find you, to let me hone my talents and help you succeed. He promised me that once you succeeded, he could help me find the person I was looking for.”
Thelma: “???”
“I didn’t know his identity before or how he had such confidence in helping me find the person I wanted to find. But I still came with hope. Today, when I saw him, I realized he is your husband. The man in the photo is the person I want to find. Now that I have become popular, you have also succeeded, so I hope he can fulfill his promise to me.” Mira looked both expectant and nervous. “Can you help me give this photo to Mr. Sam? He said he could help me find him.”
Thelma looked at Mira’s expression, feeling somewhat surprised. This aloof girl seemed to have no emotions, yet every word she spoke now was filled with caution.
Thelma looked at the man in the photo. His skin was a bit dark, yet he smiled brightly like the sun. Next to him, Mira also wore a naive and carefree smile.
“Why do you want to find him?”
“He saved me during the earthquake.”
She spoke lightly, but Thelma could sense a lingering affection in her tone.
She continued, “Later, he joined the peacekeeping forces. After he left, he never came back. I don’t know if he’s still alive, but regardless of whether he’s dead or alive, I want to know for sure.”
So that’s how it is.
Thelma truly hadn’t expected that there was such a story behind Mira. It turned out that this seemingly aloof girl was someone who valued emotions and loyalty deeply.
Thelma carefully put away the photo and said to her, “Okay, I’ll help you give the photo to him.”
After leaving with Phoenix, Phoenix suddenly said, “I envy you; you have a good husband.”
“Huh?”
Phoenix replied, “You probably don’t know, but before I came to work here, I lost some money in business. At that time, someone helped me pay it back, but the condition was that I come help you.”
“…”
“I didn’t know who the big boss behind the scenes was at that time. I tested you, but it wasn’t you. Now that I see Sam Noah, I realize it must be him.”
“…”
Phoenix patted her shoulder and said, “That’s why I said you have a good husband.”
Thelma was stunned for a while before coming back to her senses. She looked at Phoenix in surprise and asked, “I didn’t expect you to have done business. What kind of business did you do?”
“Well…” Phoenix looked at her expressionlessly, “Pig farming.”
“…”
No way, the great arranger actually went to farm pigs?!
Thelma had a look on her face that said, “Are you kidding me?” However, Phoenix didn’t explain much and waved goodbye as she left.
After parting with Phoenix, Thelma drove back alone.
It was already quite late, and the lights in the baby’s room were off. His biological clock was always accurate, so he should be asleep by now. However, the light in Sam Noah’s room was still on. When Thelma entered, she saw Sam Noah sitting at the table in a bathrobe, reading. Upon seeing her return, he said, “If you’re hungry, there’s a bowl of vegetable porridge left downstairs.”
Thelma didn’t say anything. She sat down by the bed, her gaze fixed on him.
It turned out he had always been helping her from behind the scenes. She had always felt lucky—if she wanted to be a singer, she became one; if she wanted to arrange music, she did so, as if aided by divine intervention. Now she realized he was the one who had been secretly supporting her all along.
