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According to Mileena, they pretended to be reporters to interview, take photos of Mrs. Aris, etc., and then publish these photos in the newspaper agreed with Aris, so that Aris can see what his family is like now. Knowing that they were doing well, Jason's mission was completed.

But they never expected that everything that happened next would be unexpected.

We entered Aris' house smoothly and met Mrs. Aris. Mrs. Aris was sitting on the deck chair on the balcony. She saw them bowing slightly and turned their gaze to the distance.

The old lady's hair has turned gray, but she can still see the shadow of her youth.

Jason had seen the photo.

The servant told them in a low voice that the madam would sit here every day and look outside. She was always thinking about her husband and looking forward to his return.

Mileena: "That's why we feel the need to interview Madam. Such persistence and hope are admirable. We also hope that more people will know about Madam's deeds..."

Jason admired Mileena's eloquence, but he wouldn't be able to say such a thing, and it would definitely reveal her secret.

So communicating with the madam was left to Mileena. He turned his attention to other places in the room and saw some old photos and some new photos on the wall.

The old photos were of Aris and his wife when they were young, and of course there was the familiar family photo, which was exactly the same as the one in Alice's necklace.

The new photo was taken later by Mrs. Aris and her children. Every year there was one less person in the family photo, until the latest one, Mrs. Aris was surrounded by her son, daughter-in-law, grandchildren, and there was an empty space next to her. A chair, that was reserved for Aris.

If it weren't for this empty chair, what a happy family portrait this would be.

Jason sighed, took out his mobile phone and took photos, so he could show them to Aris.

On the other side, Mrs. Aris waved Mileena to her side and said, "Girl, sit down and talk."

"Thank you ma'am."

The lady looked at her and said lovingly: "Aris and I were about the same age as you are now when we met..." She turned her eyes to another place, recalling those good times.

"... Aris disappeared suddenly. We called the police, posted a missing person notice, and called a private investigator, but there was no news... I don't believe he would abandon me and the children. He loves us so much... ...The police did not find his body, so I believed that he was still there and would come back, so I waited for him here, day by day, year by year..."

Mileena wiped away the tears that she had shed at unknown times. She thought of herself. She suddenly disappeared. Her family must also hope that she would live well in an unknown place, or they might still be looking forward to the day when they see each other again.

"Madam, your sincerity will move God. If Mr. Aris were still here, he would also feel it."

"Thank you for your comfort.

In the past, many reporters and newspapers came to interview me, but then... Although we still publish missing persons notices in newspapers every year, there is still no news. I'm just sticking to my heart. "

Seeing the helplessness and disappointment on Mrs. Aris's face, Mileena could hardly help but want to say that Aris was still alive and still thinking about you, but she still held back.

This matter was too big and she didn't want to cause trouble to Aris' family.

She could only console her: "It's different now. With the Internet, it's easier to find people. If I send the information out, maybe there will be news."

"I hope so."

After chatting with the lady for a few more words, they took their leave.

After that, they sent an email to the newspaper to inquire about publishing the missing person notice, and soon received a reply: the price and page size of publishing the missing person notice.

In other words, as long as you pay, you can log in at will.

So they selected a latest family photo of Mrs. Aris's family, and sent it to the newspaper via email along with a missing person notice, hoping to publish it as soon as possible.