Just a glance at the portrait told Lindsey that he must have been a dashing man in his younger days.

“Ma’am…” Lindsey softly called out.

The elderly lady turned, meeting Lindsey’s sorrowful gaze.

She approached a nearby table, retrieved two oranges, and placed them in front of the portrait.

“My husband’s favorite food was oranges.

” While speaking, she ran her dry hand over the old man’s face in the portrait.

“Darling, I felt quite fortunate today to have met a young lady.

She fetched these oranges for me, or else you might have missed them.

“Ma’am… Do you live here by yourself now?” Lindsey asked gently.

“Yes.

It’s just me since my husband passed away.

“Where are your children?”

The elderly lady gave Lindsey a smile.

“I don’t have any children.

Lindsey was initially taken aback but quickly regained her composure.

She expressed her concern, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

The woman peered at Lindsey and asked, “Nowadays, young people fear being tricked by the elderly if they offer help.

Don’t you worry about that?”

Lindsey shook her head.

“I didn’t think it through.

When I saw you fall to the ground, my instincts kicked in, and I rushed over.

Yet, it’s partly because of those news stories about some older man pretending to fall for shady reasons that some people have become indifferent.

I get where they’re coming from.

The lady’s face lit up with a relieved smile.

“It’s so rare to meet someone as kind and understanding as you.

What’s your name?”

“Lindsey Stewart.

“Lindsey Stewart…” The elderly lady stood there, her eyes wide with surprise.

She spun around, muttering to herself for a bit.

Afterward, she pivoted back, examining Lindsey again, her grin growing broader by the second.

“Ma’am, is there something on me?” Lindsey asked, puzzled by the woman’s gaze.

“Not at all.

Lindsey is a lovely name.

” With a warm and friendly smile, the elderly woman spoke, “It’s already noon.

How about sticking around for lunch? Consider it my way of saying thank you.

“I…” Lindsey felt awkward about sharing a meal with a stranger, but when she noticed the old lady’s solitude, she nodded and said, “Sure, thank you.

“Please, make yourself comfortable.

I’ll start cooking.

” She joyfully headed to the kitchen to start cooking.

Lindsey felt restless on the sofa, so she rose to her feet and glanced around the room.

She hadn’t expected to replace anything, but to her surprise, her gaze fell upon a shocking scene inside the glass cabinet tucked away in the corner.

Inside the cabinet, numerous photo frames adorned the shelves.

They contained group pictures featuring a woman alongside legendary Hollywood superstars, renowned directors, and even the president of Blosa Film University, a familiar face often seen in newspapers and magazines.

One photo that caught Lindsey’s attention featured a lady standing alongside Everleigh Pearson, a former popular songstress from over two decades ago.

Back in the day, Everleigh was an unmatched triple-threat superstar in film, television, and music, oozing charisma.

In particular, her voice was as enchanting as the melodies of nature, surpassing even Mercer, the current top musician.

She had won every music award, both nationally and internationally, becoming the first singer to captivate the world across borders.

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