Chapter 390 Piling On The Pressure

“And then? Did he say anything else?” Jeremiah’s voice took on an unreadable tone.

Raylee shook her head.

“I understand, I’ll get in touch with him later,” Jeremiah said, before turning around and heading toward the wardrobe to change.

Raylee walked over to him and asked, “Halston wasn’t talking about his own grandfather, but a certain Old Mr. Lorimer. Do you know the Old Mr. Lorimer he was referring to?”

Jeremiah was taken aback for a moment.

“I may not know him, but saving a life is a noble act. If Halston sought my help, it must have been urgent. I can help him with this, and it’s a simple task. Don’t worry, I’ll be back shortly.”

Raylee continued to gauge his reaction.

“But you aren’t that close with Halston either, right? You could have easily sent your assistant to check. Is it really necessary for you to go yourself?”

Jeremiah paused, suspicion creeping into his voice. “Ray–Ray, did Halston say anything else to you?”

“No.”

“Alright, would you like to come with me?”

Raylee didn’t refuse.

Once she got into his car, she began talking about her visit to the military base the same day.

“Why did his illness act up all of a sudden? When I saw Old Mr. Lorimer today, he was practicing his martial arts routine and seemed to be in great shape. Getting older really takes a toll on the body. I truly hope he’s alright!”

Jeremiah came up with an excuse.

“Didn’t you ask me why I chose to go to the hospital personally? I actually met this Old Mr. Lorimer before. Years ago, he even helped my mother out. So, I want to go see him in person.”

“Right, about the warm-up routine you taught me, was it something your grandfather taught you?” Raylee asked, her brows furrowed.

“When Old Mr. Lorimer saw me performing these moves, he insisted that they were his original creation. He claimed he had only taught them to his grandson. Do you know his grandson, Jeremiah Lorimer?”

Upon hearing his own name, Jeremiah didn’t react at all.

“Of course I know him? Wasn’t he your former fiancé? The illegitimate son of the Lorimer family was never valued by his family and died in Musmeynia. Do you know his grandson, Jeremiah?”

“Where did you learn that warm-up routine? Was it really your grandfather who taught you?” Raylee asked once again.

“It wasn’t my grandfather. I just made up an excuse on the spot. This isn’t important. The reason I taught you that routine was because I felt they were effective and would genuinely benefit you. That’s why I decided to teach you."

When Jeremiah started to make excuses, Raylee decided not to press further.

Halston is telling the truth. In fact, from many subtle details, it’s clear that he’s none other than Jeremiah, although he’s desperately making excuses to cover up. It was just that I had always assumed that he died in Musmeynia.

As death was a one way street, it had completely robbed her of her judgement, leading her to deny that Leonardo was indeed Jeremiah.

“What’s wrong? Why does it matter who taught you? Why are you so hung up on this issue?” Jeremiah asked, puzzled.

Raylee shook her head. “Because Old Mr. Lorimer insisted that he wasn’t lying, claiming he only taught his own grandson. It made me curious as to who is lying now. After all this time, it turns out that Old Mr. Lorimer wasn’t. By the way, Old Mr. Lorimer even mentioned that I resemble an old friend of his, a man named Joseph Quinn. He was the orphaned son of a martyr. Back in the day, he was renowned in Jexburgh as a top student. However, he’s vanished now. Rumor has it that he’s eloped with his first love, leaving his wife and daughter behind. He’s nothing but the world’s biggest jerk.”

Jeremiah gently rubbed her cheeks. “It seems like you had a great time at the military base. Old Mr. Lorimer must be quite fond of you, isn’t he? Being so beautiful and charming.”

Raylee let out a chuckle.

“Absolutely, both Old Mr. Lorimer and Old Mr. Mulligan adore me. They were so worried that I might elope with Halston, the Greenhead. You wouldn’t believe how anxious they were! By the way, Old Mr. Lorimer even referred to me as his granddaughter–in–law! It turns out that when Jeremiah chose me to be his fiancée, Old Mr. Lorimer had also seen my picture. I couldn’t believe that despite my drastic transformation, he still managed to recognize me.”

“Old Mr. Lorimer always had a keen eye,” Jeremiah said with a sigh. “I hope he manages to pull through this crisis and lives a long and healthy life.”

“Mr. Foucault, suppose, I mean just suppose…” Raylee began, her voice thoughtful. “Jeremiah didn’t die, and he came back for me. Who should I choose?”