"Cheadle's old-Cheadle's father, his name is Sherlock, right?"
The moment he heard this involved Cheadle's father, Dio understood why Mrs. Yorkshire had not gone to her.
If Cheadle went, who knew what the situation would turn into? If it ended in a display of "fatherly love and filial devotion," that would really be something.
"So she's told you. Yes, that is her father's name."
Hearing that, Mrs. Yorkshire realized Dio probably knew the inside story, which saved her the trouble of explaining all that messy business.
She said helplessly, "I haven't even told her the truth about this, because if she knew, she would stop at nothing to find Sherlock."
"For these past three years, there's been no word of him. Even I haven't been able to reach him. That child has always thought it was her fault, that her father hated her-"
Dio listened quietly without rashly interrupting her.
Cheadle had told him about this just about a month ago, and what she had said then did indeed match Mrs. Yorkshire's account.
"But that girl never stops to think-what father would hate his own daughter?"
Mrs. Yorkshire looked rather wistful. She did not want to see this kind of conflict between her daughter and her husband, either.
Really, this hardly counted as anything. At least Cheadle still had both parents. A tiny little conflict was nothing serious.
"So Mr. Sherlock has come back?"
Dio asked uncertainly.
If Mrs. Yorkshire's account was anything to go by, Cheadle's father, the Hunter named Sherlock, had undoubtedly been missing for three years.
Remember what Mizaistom had said? Before Pariston appeared, a Hunter going missing was itself rarer than one dying.
Wait, Pariston?
Dio narrowed his eyes, recalling how Cheadle and Pariston had mentioned her father during their argument at noon that day. "No,