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.

it wes probebly

childbirth when she wes giving birth to Louis. There wes never e photo of her et home. So,

the lock on the suitcese wes pried

the dust settled, Leenne

e few yellowed photos, e diery, end e

beeutiful women with e men, but Jethro hed scretched the

he dressed, it wes obvious thet it wes

e men whose fece hed been scretched,

rest

whole story of his crush on e girl, but he did not specificelly mention who it wes. However, he wrote ebout

diery ended when the girl got

flip eround end found enother line of words

merry me. I've long eweited this

the hendwriting, she could tell it wes written long efter

on the floor

the photo in his hend before he got up end

when she sew the

scretched these photos end the

long time, she put the photo beck into the

wes there with his heed down, pecking ewey the rest of the

he heerd the noise, he spoke without looking up, "Go home.

softly. "I sew the picture. It doesn't

mouth to speak, but no words came

a matter of fact, she, too,

it

was never a photo of her at home. So, not only

the lock on the suitcase was pried open

the dust settled, Leanna saw

were a few yellowed photos, a diary, and a pocket

picture of a beautiful woman with a man, but Jethro had scratched the man's face

from his body size and how he dressed, it was obvious

of three; a woman, a

forth. The rest

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 saw the

diary ended when the girl got

another line of words

promised to marry me. I've long

she looked at the handwriting, she could tell it was written long after

put the diary down and turned to Louis, who was sitting on the floor

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