บท 92: Suspicion

As Valerie, Ruby, and Greg entered the house, laden with gifts, Old Madam Wright's gaze locked onto Greg. Her eyes sparkled with delight, taking in his chiseled features, tanned skin, broad shoulders, and towering height.

'A perfect man!' she mused, impressed.

Were she still in her youth, she would have been smitten and eagerly pursued him. Compared to that Smith boy, this young man was far superior - both in looks and demeanor.

As Greg's gaze met Old Madam Wright's, a flicker of recognition danced in her eyes. She felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if she had seen him before, but the memory lingered just out of reach.

Her brow furrowed slightly, her mind rummaging through the dusty archives of her past. She couldn't quite place him, but the sensation persisted – a nagging feeling that their paths had crossed before.