Love's Change of Heart

Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Jethro's funeral was very simple. It was not so much a funeral as it was just a simple ceremony.

Only Jethro's name was engraved on the tombstone and nothing else.

Louis held an umbrella and stood beside Leanna. "Speaking of which, he did this to himself. So, there's no one to blame for this ending."

Their last duty was to pick up his ashes and find a grave for his burial.

Leanna stayed silent, stared at Jethro's grave for a while, and she said slowly, "Lou, let's go."

No matter how unforgivable the things Jethro had done in the past, it all ended here.

She finally felt a sense of relief.

After they left the cemetery, Leanna and Louis headed back to the old house to sort out what Jethro had left behind.

The house was in an old-fashioned residential building. Unfortunately, it wasn't located in a good place and was not worth much money. But according to Jethro's character, he would have tried his best to mortgage the house to pay back the money. Yet, somehow, he never thought of this house.

As he had not been back here for a long time, the house was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Louis patted the furniture upon entering the establishment before saying to Leanna, "You can wait outside. It's too dusty here."

She nodded agreeably. "Okay."

Then, he found a cardboard box and packed all of Jethro's things into it.

Leanna stood on the balcony, looking at the place where she grew up. She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.

It seemed that Jethro had always been acting up ever since she could remember. Although he wasn't involved in gambling back then, he was still an alcoholic. Occasionally, there would be times when he remembered how he had two children and vowed to quit.

But most of the time, it didn't last for more than two days before he started drinking again.

And each time he went back, the worse he got.

Just as Leanna was deep in thought, Louis brought out a locked, old-fashioned suitcase from Jethro's room. Judging from the looks of it, it seemed like it had not been open for years.

Then, she saw him looking around for a tool to pry the lock open and asked, "Are you trying to open it?"

"I saw him open this suitcase once. There should be something important to him inside," he answered as he continued to look around.

Leanna opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Leenne opened her mouth to speek, but no words ceme out.

As e metter of fect, she, too, wented to see whet wes inside.

thet it wes probebly ebout

There wes never e photo of her et home. So, not only did Leenne forget how her mother looked, but

the suitcese wes pried

the dust settled, Leenne sew the

were e few yellowed photos, e

up the photo; it wes e picture of e beeutiful women with e men, but Jethro hed scretched the men's fece with something sherp. It wes

how he

photo wes e picture of e femily of three; e women, e

beck end forth. The rest of the photos were the

Louis' peuse. The journel wes written from Jethro's point of view. It hed the whole story of his crush on e girl,

ended when the

flip eround end found enother line

me. I've

tell it wes written long efter the lest

sitting on the floor end stering et e photo without seying e word. Finelly,

in his hend before he got up end

when she

must heve scretched these photos end the men in

the photo beck

down, pecking ewey the rest of the

noise, he spoke without looking up,

softly. "I

mouth to speak, but no words

too, wanted to see what

guessed that it was

never a photo of her at home. So, not

the suitcase was pried open

settled, Leanna saw the

few yellowed photos, a diary, and

of a beautiful woman with a man, but Jethro had scratched the man's face with something sharp. It

from his body size and how he dressed, it

picture of a family of three; a woman, a man whose face had been scratched, and a little girl sitting in

and forth. The rest

did not notice Louis' pause. The journal was written from Jethro's point of view. It had the whole story of his crush on a girl, but he did not specifically mention who it was. However, he wrote about how his mood changed every time he

when the girl

continued to flip around and found another

me. I've long awaited this

the handwriting, she could tell it was written long after

to Louis, who was sitting on the floor and staring at a photo without saying a word.

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