Tiana Thorne looked at the stiff-faced old man and continued, "Mr. Donovan, your eldest son went missing at the train station when he was five. You’ve been searching for him for decades without success. I’ve roughly calculated his whereabouts."
The old man felt his breath catch for a few seconds upon hearing this, taking a while to process what she had calculated.
Excitedly, he walked up to her and asked with a trembling voice, "You know where my son is?"
Tiana Thorne closed her eyes slightly, sensing through his bloodline, then opened her eyes again and replied, "He’s in Glimrwood, adopted by kind-hearted people, living a prosperous life, and is now a schoolteacher."
"Really? Is he really doing well?"
Back then, it was winter, the family was poor, the child was dressed thinly and got lost, and despite searching for so many years to no avail, he even thought, he had, he had...
Tiana Thorne nodded, "He got married, has a pair of twin sons, and is a math teacher at Glimrwood’s second high school. Mr. Donovan should be able to find him now."
The old man’s heart was a mix of emotions, tears streaming down his old face, "If I can find him, I will definitely reward you greatly. Thank you, Miss Thorne. I apologize for my earlier shortsightedness."
As he spoke, he bent his knees, intending to kneel before her.
Tiana Thorne quickly supported him, "You t , I pointed the way, allowing for a father-son reunion. No need to thank , it’s fate."
"Thank you, Miss Thorne, thank you, really, thank you."
The old man said thank you several tis before looking at Heath Hawthorne again.
Heath Hawthorne was deeply shaken and nodded, "Go, Uncle Donovan, the child matters more."
After Mr. Donovan left, soone who had been skeptical suddenly asked, blushing, "Is it true or false that fortune-telling can see a person’s nature?"
"Whether a person is righteous or malevolent, rich or poor, indeed can be sensed through features. Yet it’s not all-encompassing; it’s divided into several aspects. Good or evil looks into the eyes and nose, truth into the lips, fa into deanor, wealth into the spirit, caution into fingers, turbulence into the calf muscles, and order into speech."
Everyone’s hearts suddenly surged, a feeling akin to the initial imrsion in feng shui—both passionate and obsessed.
Another woman approached, saying very respectfully, "Miss Thorne, can you tell if I have a wealthy fate? Can you determine it just by looking at my features?"
Tiana Thorne toyed with her little finger, smiling, "Of course, give your birth date and ti. Combined with your features, I’ll calculate it."
Upon hearing this, no one could stand still, even those who were reserved before now rushed over.
"Miss Thorne, can you tell when I can get married?"
"Master, Master, can you foresee if I’ll have setbacks in my life?"
"Master Thorne, can you check if my son’s marriage with his wife will be lifelong happy?"
"Master, help see if the construction site I just built will increase in value and generate big profits?"
These people had completely forgotten their earlier righteous words urging her to leave.
Rosie Rowan looked at all this in confusion, her hands tightly clasped, almost drawing blood.
How could this be?
Could it be that Tiana Thorne really could tell fortunes?
Then everything Tiana said to her before was true?
She and Isaac have destiny without a union?
Subconsciously, she looked up at him, only to find the place where he stood was already empty.
Rosie froze for a mont, and suddenly, she saw him coming through the crowd, handso as frost and snow, with long legs swiftly moving toward her.
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