Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 411: Memories From The Past

Justin entered the room that once belonged to his father. It was the first time he was seeing it, and he tried to find any sense of familiarity—tried to recall if he had any memories of it.

If he had visited this place as a child, he was sure he must have been in this room. But he could recall nothing. He looked around the room, which was well-kept, though it was clear no one had stayed there for a long time.

The room was spacious but simple and elegant, dominated by white tones—a king-sized bed, minimal decor. The person who had once lived here clearly didn’t spend much time in it.

Justin’s attention was drawn to a cluster of small picture frames hung on the wall. They held photos of his father from childhood to adulthood, capturing significant moments—Marina holding baby Alex, a school picture, Alex as a young man riding a horse, and others.

None of the pictures included Aeldric or any other family members besides Marina. There were no photos of Alex with Serena or the children. It was understandable—he had been hiding them from Aeldric.

Just as Justin turned around, his gaze fell on a wooden door on the other side of the room. Unconsciously, he stepped toward it, only to suddenly stop and clutch his head in pain, closing his eyes as blurry memories began to surface.

A woman talking to a man—her voice filled with worry, distant and echoing.

"Alex, promise me, you and Aaron will make it there safely."

"I promise," a man’s voice replied.

"Mom, I’ll take care of both Dad and myself," a young boy’s voice added. "Just take care of Aiden. He’s naughty."

The woman hugged the boy. "Aaron, I and Aiden will wait for you and your dad. Okay?"

"Serena, it’s time for you to leave," the man said. "Don’t worry about us. You should leave with Aaron before my father changes his mind."

The woman hugged the man for a moment, then stepped out of the very room, holding the hand of another boy—one who looked back at his brother with worried eyes.

the boy said while leaving with

his senses. For the first time, he saw something from the past other than the haunting nightmares of drowning in

younger self—had felt while leaving his twin brother behind. He wasn’t just worried, but terrified for his brother’s safety, and regretted leaving while letting his brother take his place. He was angry inside,

boy truly loved his twin brother Aaron,

opened into a study—Alexander’s private study room. From the heavy structure of

he began opening its drawers, finding only old documents that didn’t seem particularly useful.

secured, there had to be

the surface, Justin sat down in the chair behind

painting of a vast landscape, a buckwheat field shining under the setting sun. A silhouette of a woman stood

emotional. It held the longing of the painter, who clearly

painting. He moved it aside and knocked on the wall behind

opened like

took it and returned to the desk. He opened the

childhood. There were also video files, and a stack of letters written by

childhood. Alexander must have kept these to make up for not

but opened the letters, even though he knew he shouldn’t. It was his parents’ privacy. But he needed

them had loved each other and their kids. All they wanted was to have a small family

the letters back and leaned back in the chair. Though he had no memories tied to those words, all he could feel was a deep ache—If only I could have done something

lives

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he was expected to have breakfast with the family—Aeldric’s family, which included his daughter, her husband, and their two

had decided to stay here, he was going to play

reach the dining room, he heard the displeased