As soon as Jarrod sat down, his gaze found Nicole in the back row, and a knowing smile spread across his lips.

Nicole's body instinctively reacted with a shiver, and goosebumps appeared on her skin.

"Miss, are you alright?" Noticing Nicole shiver and turn pale, the woman sitting next to Nicole couldn't resist expressing her concern.

Nicole managed a weak smile. "I'm fine. Thank you."

The woman, exuding warmth and familiarity, inquired, “Miss, are you a friend of Mr. Schultz?"

Nicole shook her head, "No."

“Oh, so you're like me?" the woman asked.

Nicole looked over, puzzled by what the woman meant.

The woman found Nicole attractive, though her pale face gave her a somewhat sorrowful appearance. This evoked sympathy from the woman.

"Like someone Mr. Schultz has helped," the woman clarified.

At this, Nicole's smile stiffened, making her face suddenly seem forced.

Unaware, the woman continued, "I run a noodle stall outside the Vijaya Temple. Two years ago, I had an accident and broke my leg. Mr. Schultz learned about that and got me a prosthetic limb. He has taken care of my business ever since. He visits the cemetery beside the temple four times a year and always brings me gifts."

Nicole's complexion became even whiter. "Vijaya Temple you said?"

The graves of Nicole's parents were in the cemetery beside Vijaya Temple.

"Yes, I was widowed young and never had children due to health issues." The woman joined her hands in a prayer pose and added, “Later, the elders at Vijaya Temple welcomed me, and I've been selling noodles at the temple gate to tourists."

The more Nicole observed the woman, the more familiar the woman appeared.

She realized the woman was exactly the noodle vendor from the entrance of Vijaya Temple.

The woman continued, “I noted Mr. Schultz has come to pay respect four times annually without fail. I heard those gravestones belonged to his girlfriend and her family. Later, rumors surfaced that his girlfriend was actually alive, leading to her gravestone being removed, but he still continues to pay respect to her family.”

Nicole's head began to throb. She bit her lip, wishing the woman could stop speaking.

However, the woman, looking at Jarrod with admiration, smiled and said, “You probably have no idea how much good Mr. Schultz has done. Back then, Vijaya Temple lacked funds to operate normally. The situation worsened with those senior monks' illness, facing the looming fate of the temple leaving deserted. It was Mr. Schultz who paid for their medical care. I heard he also supported many schools and orphanages. Those he helped, knowing he visited the cemetery beside Vijaya Temple often, visited the temple and made it popular since then."