Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

Chapter 155 Mother-Daughter Necklace

Sydney smiled mockingly before taking the key that Grandma had given her, trying it out door by door.

Finally, she succeeded in opening the door of the utility room.

Well, everything remotely valuable in the entire villa had been sold by her stepmother and sister, so it was obvious that there would not be anything in the rooms other than the utility room.

When Sydney pushed open the door, a cloud of dust drifted to her face.

She quickly covered her nose and mouth, stepping back while fanning the air in front of her with a hand.

After fanning for a while, the dust in the air finally settled down, and Sydney lowered her hand from her nose and turned on the light.

"Geez!" She felt a headache when she saw the cobwebbed and messy utility room.

How was she supposed to find the item among so many things?

She was tempted to give up.

However, in the end, Sydney still sighed and steeled herself, rummaging through the items. After all, she was already here. If she did not look for it this time, she would have to come back another time.

After a thorough search, Sydney's hair, clothes, and face were caked with dust. She looked like a dirty little kitten.

Fortunately, she found a box that probably contained the necklace that Grandma mentioned.

It was a small leather case without a lock. Sydney opened it easily.

There were many things inside. It was filled with knick-knacks such as lipstick and foundation from over a decade ago. There were also earrings, bracelets, and so on.

Sydney rummaged around and finally found a necklace.

"Is it this one?" She lifted the necklace and tilted her head to take a closer look.

This was the only necklace in the entire utility room, so it should be this one.

However, what secret was hidden in this dusty necklace?

Sydney lowered the necklace in confusion and poked the carnelian gem on it.

Suddenly, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously and found that the style of this necklace was very familiar. It was as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Where?

Sydney lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment

before her eyes suddenly widened. "Mrs. Madden!"

Yes, it was Mrs. Madden. She saw it around Mrs. Madden's neck before.

The necklace Mrs. Madden was wearing was very similar in style to the one in Sydney's hand. At that time, she thought that Mrs. Madden wore such an old-fashioned and dull necklace because she felt sentimental about the past.

Now, it seemed like Mrs. Madden wore that necklace not only because of nostalgia. There should be another reason.

Sydney wondered what Mrs. Madden's necklace had to do with the necklace in her hand now.

It was impossible that they just looked similar. The letters DT were engraved on the back of the pendant.

DT was the world's top luxury brand, and all the jewelry they sold was one-of-a-kind. It was impossible for two similar styled necklaces to appear at the same time. Thus, either one of these two necklaces was fake and not made by DT, or it was a highly authentic imitation.

Otherwise, the two necklaces were related.

At that thought, Sydney put the necklace in her bag and quickly left the villa.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the mall and walked into a DT jewelry store.

"Hello, Miss. What may I do for you?" the lady at the

counter smiled and asked.

Sydney took out the necklace. "I want to ask if this necklace was made by your brand."

The clerk took the necklace, looked at it carefully for a while, and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Miss. This necklace looks like it's from several years ago, so I'm not sure if it's from our brand either. How about this? Please give me a moment. I'll call my manager to have a look for you."

"Alright." Sydney nodded.

The clerk poured her a cup of coffee and went to the back to find the store manager.

Sydney picked up the coffee and sipped it, waiting patiently.

After about ten minutes, the clerk from before came out with the manager.

"Miss, does this necklace belong to you?" the manager asked.

Sydney nodded. "To be precise, it was left behind by my father."

"I see." The manager smiled and placed the necklace on a black velvet cloth. "Miss, this necklace is indeed from our brand. I just checked in our database. This necklace was designed by a gentleman surnamed Madden. He specifically asked our designer to design this more than twenty years ago." "Madden?" Sydney's eyes flashed when she thought of

Mrs. Madden. "Brandon Madden?"

"Yes. According to the data, Mr. and Mrs. Madden gave birth to a daughter at that time, so Mr. Madden specifically asked our designer to design a special mother-daughter necklace for his wife and daughter. The one in your possession right now is the daughter necklace," the manager replied.

In the manager’s heart, she muttered, 'This necklace was ordered by Mr. Madden, and the lady just said that it belongs to her father. In other words, Mr. Madden should be her father.

'However, she called Mr. Madden by his full name and her tone was a bit cold too.

'Could it be that the father and daughter have a bad relationship?'

Sydney's brows knitted tightly.

These two necklaces were indeed related. The one that Mrs. Madden had was the mother necklace, and the one in her hands was the daughter necklace.

In that case, this necklace should belong to Lyra instead. Why was it at the Raines residence?

Did something happen between the Madden and Raines families twenty years ago?

Sydney bit her lower lip.

It seemed that to find out the secret behind this necklace, she first had to find out what happened between the Madden and Raines families twenty years ago.

There was no way she could ask the Madden family since they would not tell her. Thus, she could only investigate this matter by herself.

"Alright, thank you. Can I trouble you to help clean this necklace?" Sydney asked with a smile.

The manager nodded. "Of course."

She handed the necklace to the clerk on the side and let her take it for cleaning.

The cleaning process was quick and finished before two minutes even passed. Sydney also bought another pair of earrings before leaving.

Soon after she left, Mrs. Madden came to the store.

The manager personally received her. "Mrs. Madden, the bracelet you ordered last time has arrived. I'll bring it over to you."

"Sure." Mrs. Madden nodded her head with a faint smile.

The manager went to open the safe and took out an emerald bracelet. "Please have a look, Mrs. Madden. Is it to your satisfaction?"

Mrs. Madden picked up the bracelet and looked at it. The smile on her face deepened considerably. "It's good. I'll wear it now."

"I'll help you." "No need, I'll do it myself." Mrs. Madden refused the manager's help and put it on herself.

The manager did not force her and simply remained smiling.

At that moment, the shopkeeper saw the necklace around Mrs. Madden's neck and said, "Mrs. Madden, I've long heard that Ms. Madden is very beautiful. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

After seeing her just now, I realized that the rumors were true. Her eyes are exactly like yours."

Mrs. Madden's smile widened when she heard the manager praise her daughter. "Thank you for the compliment. Lyra came here just now?"

'Lyra should be Ms. Madden's name, right?¹

At that thought, the manager nodded. "Yes, she came to ask about the necklace. However, it's strange. Ms. Madden didn't seem to know that her necklace and the one around your neck are a mother-daughter pair."

When Mrs. Madden heard this, the bracelet which she had not put on yet fell on the counter with a crisp clang.

A trace of pain flashed in the manager's eyes at the sight and she quickly picked up the bracelet, checking it carefully to see if it chipped anywhere.

"What did you just say? You said Lyra came with the daughter necklace to ask you?" Mrs. Madden stared at the manager with some urgency in her voice.

The manager did not know what was wrong and nodded in confusion. "Yes."

"That's impossible!" Mrs. Madden shook her head repeatedly.

Brandon and her gave the daughter necklace to Clarice, and it disappeared with Clarice's death. How could Lyra have it?

Thus, the person who came to ask about the necklace was definitely not Lyra. Could it have been Clarice?

Clarice was alive?

When she thought of this possibility, Mrs. Madden grabbed the manager's hand. She was incredibly worked up. "You said that the girl's eyes are very similar to mine, right?"