Who are you looking for?” the woman asked, looking slightly surprised to see Genevieve.
Genevieve saw the woman taking out her keys from her pocket and guessed that she might be the
housekeeper.
“Mia is my mom. I just want to take a look at my grandparents' house,” Genevieve replied before
showing the woman a few photos of her and her mother.
After verifying Genevieve's identity, the woman appeared to be more relaxed and opened the door for
her to enter.
Genevieve got to know that the woman's last name was Roberts and that her mother had worked for
the Quinn family previously. After the death of Old Mr. Quinn and his wife, Mrs. Roberts' health
condition deteriorated and was no longer able to look after the property. As such, she ended up moving
in with her brother. Mrs. Roberts and her family were currently living in the old bungalow as her son
was studying in the area.
Mrs. Roberts' entire family stayed on the first floor. She had been taking good care of the property over
the years and did not allow anyone to go upstairs to the second floor.
After knowing that Genevieve was there to look for her mother's belongings, Mrs. Roberts took
Genevieve upstairs to the second floor.
Genevieve searched her mother's old bedroom and found a photo album which was kept in a drawer.
As the photo album was locked, Genevieve found a tool to pry open the lock. When she looked through
the album, she saw that there were no childhood photos but only a few photos of her mother as an
adult.
Just then, one special photo caught Genevieve's attention.
It was a photo of a man who was dressed in a black shirt rimmed with gold threads. He was leaning
against the couch in a relaxed manner and had an imposing presence.
The man had well-sculpted features and a pair of deep-set purple eyes. He was cocking his eyebrows
and had a cigarette in his mouth as he smiled at the camera.
The subtle smirk on his face, combined with his attractive features and refined appearance, added to
his allure.
The reflection of the woman taking the photo could be seen in the man's clear purple eyes, which were
filled with gentleness and affection.
Genevieve had visited many countries with her children previously and had encountered all sorts of
people. However, she had not met anyone who had purple eyes.
Even though the man in her mother's photo album did not seem familiar to her, Genevieve was sure
that he was a special person to her mother.
Most likely, he was one of her mother's ex-boyfriends.
As Genevieve's parents had both passed away and she was not interested in her mother's private
affairs, she put the photo album back into the drawer after locking it. Then, she headed to her
grandparents' room to continue her search.
However, after searching the entire house, including the storeroom, Genevieve was still unable to find a
single photo of her mother from when she was a child.
As such, Genevieve approached Mrs. Roberts and asked, “Have you thrown anything away while
tidying the house after my grandparents passed away?”
“I didn't remove anything other than some old clothes,” the woman answered.
Genevieve felt slightly perplexed after hearing that.
That was the house her mother had grown up in. If Mrs. Roberts had not thrown anything away and
nothing had happened to the house, it did not make sense to her that there was not even a single
childhood photo of her mother in the house.
Wouldn't Granddad have at least taken pictures of Mom on her birthdays?
While Genevieve was deep in thought, she received a call from Yuvan. “Genevieve, I'm in
Jadeborough, and I've something for you. Where are you now?”
Genevieve guessed that the man's talk with Mindy had reached a conclusion. Coincidentally, she was
going to look for Yuvan to ask him something as well.
“I'm in the southern district now and will reach the city in about one and a half hours,” Genevieve
replied while glancing at her watch before continuing, “Meet me at the restaurant at seven thirty p.m.
later. I'll treat you to dinner.”
“Sure.”
After hanging up, Genevieve handed a wad of cash to Mrs. Roberts and said, “Please help me check
with your mom if she had seen any of my mom's childhood photos.”
“Oh, no problem.” Mrs. Roberts kept the cash and saved Genevieve's number in her phone.
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