Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Hailey gave a little twirl, the hem of her dress fluttering softly as she smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Stephanie.”

Stephanie gazed at Hailey as if she were a treasured gem, her face glowing with delight. She quickly said, “I’ll definitely buy more dresses for you in the future. You are so beautiful. It’s a pity not to dress up properly.”

Casey, who was at their side, held her forehead helplessly.

“Hailey, I’ve found the photo album for you,” Nicolas shouted from downstairs.

Hailey rushed out without even changing her clothes.

Casey knew that Hailey had just recovered from a serious illness, so she quickly took a coat and followed Hailey out.

Nicolas handed Hailey a thick green–covered photo album, his voice tinged with nostalgia. “This is filled with your mother’s photos–from childhood to adulthood, every stage of her life. Take your time going through them.”

Hailey took it. “Thank you, Nicolas.”

Casey helped Hailey put her clothes over her shoulders and sat down beside her.

The album was thick, its pages chronicling nearly the entirety of Valerie’s short life, from the very first page showing her as a newborn, through her years as a bright–eyed child of seven or eight, to a blossoming teen at fifteen or sixteen, and finally into her youthful prime around twenty.

As Hailey read, her eyes turned red.

For some reason, when she looked at these photos, it was as if she really sensed her mother’s existence.

When Hailey reached the middle of the album, she suddenly stopped. Her gaze lingered on a particular photograph, Valerie in her early twenties, dressed in a celadon–hued gown, holding a round silk fan. Her gentle, poised demeanor was accentuated by the tender gaze she fixed on the camera, as if looking upon a beloved.

Hailey pursed her lips slightly and looked at Evelyn. “Evelyn, who took this photo?”

Evelyn leaned over to take a look and slowly shook her head. “I’m not too sure about this either. I found it in your mother’s room, so I collected it.”

Hailey took down the photo and flipped to the back. There was a sentence on the back of the photo: It was taken on May 6th.

The handwriting was flamboyant and majestic.

“Can I take this picture?”

and

away

Stellaris Restaurant.

out of the car and walked straight in. A waiter came over and asked if

and said arrogantly, “Mr.

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Chapter 112

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“One moment, please.”

records and brought Catherine to

at the man in the private room and complained, “You really have no romance in your soul, asking me out on a freezing day

cold and solemn. When he spoke, his

but you still can’t forget her. You’re really infatuated.” Catherine took out a small box from her bag and handed it to

it and took a look. His

so much, why didn’t you fight for her when you were young? Now that she’s gone, you’re clinging to these mementos like a lovesick fool. Pathetic.”

up to walk out. “The

Catherine stopped him. Her voice was

pursed his

look of pain appeared on Catherine’s usually arrogant and mean face.

deeply and suddenly said, “How’s that

a good life. The Medrano family dotes on her so much. Thomas likes her very much, too. You don’t

“That’s good.”

that, Jackson left the

he met someone. Jackson only glanced at him indifferently

Lester.” The man’s voice was magnetic and low.

looked at the man. The man was

we know each other?”

at Jackson and smiled. His tone was calm. “I think we should know each other.”

a while and realized that he looked especially similar to an old friend. He asked in surprise,

Owen nodded.

“I can’t believe you’ve grown up so much.”

Lester,

Owen into the

do you know me?” In the private room, Jackson

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