No one would have guessed that Killian, a renowned figure in Saeville, found his moments of peace squatting in the storage room, dressed in casual clothes, sorting through mementos from the past. The storage room was quite large. Frey remembered visiting it once as a child. It spanned about 750 to 850 square feet and was filled with welded iron shelves and boxes piled high.

Frey realized she should be able to take these items. After all, the original auction only included the Gomez Mansion and valuable furniture, not the contents of the storage room. She tried to open the storage room door, but it was locked.

The lock was an old-fashioned one from decades ago, with an iron buckle and a small iron padlock, giving it a vintage look. Determined, Frey pulled at the lock, found a wrench from the toolbox in the nanny's room, and easily removed the iron padlock. She opened the door, closed it behind her, and switched on the light.

When her father designed the storage room, he included exhaust holes but no windows to prevent the contents from weathering.

As the light flickered on, Frey waved away the dust in front of her and walked through the rows of iron shelves. Finally, on the last row, she found some photo albums and stamp albums, all relics from decades ago.

She opened one of the photo albums and saw pictures of Killian's youth. A wave of nostalgia and pain hit her as she realized that the gentle person in the photos would never appear in her world again. As she was about to put the photo album back, something slipped out.

These old-fashioned photo albums had plastic pockets for inserting photos. Sometimes, people would insert multiple photos in one pocket, making them easy to overlook.

Holding the photo album upside down, Frey accidentally caused hidden photos to fall out.

them up, feeling a rush of blood to

were more than a dozen pictures of

weren't just ordinary

every picture,

and in one, her

Valeria like a princess under a cherry blossom

echoed in Frey's ears. The person her father loved most was not her mother, nor her

face turned pale, and she tightly

put them into her backpack but noticed

was drawn to

daughter, she was only now beginning to understand him. How

back of the photos were written by her father. Though the handwriting wasn't beautiful,

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