Chapter 583 A Series of Coincidences

• On the road, Myra kept thinking about the name ‘Matt’. It sounded very familiar, but she couldn’t remember where she had heard it before.
• “Matt? Matthias Locke?” she mumbled to herself, as though she had thought of someone, but she felt like she was spewing nonsense.
• At the time, she did not think that going to the cemetery was a wrong decision. She preferred to hear some things from the relevant person themselves and not someone else’s retelling of it, especially since she couldn’t be certain whether that person was telling the truth or not.