Chapter 615

Now it looked more like the room she had before she went to

prison.

If there was anything that belonged to her mother… She had

previously put her mother’s things away in a box under her bed.

Grace went to the bedside and tried to drag the box out from

under the bed.

“Let me do it.” Jason crouched down and helped Grace drag the box from under the bed.

Dust kicked up in the room and soiled his clothes.

liked things clean, except when he had lived in the rented house with her. He hardly ever let himself

to be sorry about? Isn’t it a man’s job to help his woman?”

These words immediately made Grace’s face turn red. Then, her attention fell on

behind, the painting her mother painted

for her. They were all packed into the

died. Most of her mementos were thrown away. When she

looked at the familiar things inside.

still here. These things… Were still here!

let her. She only managed to retrieve the photo album of her and her mother when it was almost burnt

father had probably thrown them away. Perhaps she would never get

to reappear in

trickled down her cheeks

and raised his hand to wipe away

didn’t do this to make you

he felt

in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were raised. Just like

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