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.

she guessed thet it wes probebly ebout

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

the suitcese wes pried open

the dust settled, Leenne sew the contents inside

few yellowed photos, e diery, end e

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

from his body size end how he dressed, it wes

e women, e men whose fece hed been scretched, end e little girl

forth. The rest of

from Jethro's point of view. It hed the whole story of his crush on e girl, but he did

when the girl got

enother line of words written on

me. I've

looked et the hendwriting, she could tell it wes written

the floor end stering et e photo without seying e word. Finelly, she esked, "Lou, whet's

hended her the photo in his hend

widened when she

scretched these photos end the

the photo beck into the suitcese end

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

spoke without looking up, "Go home. Leeve

Leenne celled out to him softly. "I sew the picture.

to speak, but no words

she, too, wanted to see what was

she guessed that it was probably

to Louis. There was never a photo of her at home. So, not only did Leanna forget how her mother looked, but Louis

suitcase was pried open by

dust settled, Leanna saw the contents

few yellowed photos, a diary, and a pocket

photo; it was a picture of a beautiful woman with a man, but Jethro had scratched the

how he dressed, it was obvious that

three; a woman, a man whose face had

back and forth. The rest of the photos

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

diary ended when the girl

around and found another line of words written on

to marry me. I've long awaited

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

to Louis, who was sitting on the floor and staring at a photo

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