Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1139

The car circled the elevated roads repeatedly before Agnes finally decided to head to the airport. Upon arriving, she called Reggie to inform him she was going to check on Phenix at the Thousand Islands Lake. Two hours later, she reached the local airport.

Thousand Islands Lake was dotted with countless islands, resembling stars scattered across the sky. However, most of these islands were privately owned by the world's elite. Reggie had arranged for a speedboat to wait for her there. Agnes boarded the speedboat, and half an hour later, she arrived on shore.

Upon landing, she was greeted by lush greenery. In the distance, she could vaguely discern the towering structures at the island's center. A castle-like mansion stood on the island. Once she disembarked, an electric golf cart came to pick her up. From the cart, Agnes could admire the island's beauty. Although she had heard tales, this was her first visit. The road, carved through the mountains, was flanked by tall trees whose names were unknown to Agnes. The sight was both mysterious and magnificent.

The villa at the island's heart seemed like a platter carried by the island itself. As they continued, it felt like entering a NovaPlex with its surrounding fences. Soon, the electric cart smoothly stopped in front of the mansion. Built atop a hill, the mansion's entrance revealed a different world—a vast garden filled with vibrant English roses. The climate here felt distinct from the outside, with the blooming flowers adding a lively fragrance to the air.

Inside, Agnes met the butler, Bain. Bain had been a constant presence by her godfather's side, and Agnes was quite familiar with him. "How has godfather been?" she inquired.

"The master's health is almost restored, but his heart remains heavy. After the tragedy at Albert's Arms, where many brothers were lost, and with the eldest son's passing, Ms. Phenix's condition has deeply affected him," Bain replied, his tone somber.

A weight settled upon Agnes's heart. "How is Phenix doing?" she asked.

"Though Ms. Phenix no longer seeks death, she has lost her spark. She's like a puppet, sitting all day, sometimes even forgetting to eat. It’s quite worrying. Miss Septima, your visit is timely. Perhaps you can lift Ms. Phenix's spirits. Knowing you're here will surely comfort the master."

Agnes proceeded upstairs and first visited Reggie's study. Reggie, wrapped in a light coat, was writing. Upon her knock, he looked up briefly. "Septima, you've arrived," he acknowledged.

Despite the heating, Reggie's attire was too thin. "Godfather, you must rest more; your health isn’t fully back," Agnes advised.

Reggie, however, focused on his desk. "Child, come see what I've been writing." Agnes approached. Reggie had penned Yuan Zhen's "Thoughts of Separation."

"Once vast seas can't compare to home's waters, beyond Wushan clouds no others delight..."

Agnes's heart ached, but she managed a smile. "Godfather, your handwriting is beautiful."

Indeed, Reggie's calligraphy was impressive—not the work of a master, but strong and spirited. Reggie sighed deeply, "Your mother always wanted me to study. I was never much for books, but to make her happy, I wrote her letters. Writing them often, I eventually acquired a knack for it."