ut Bet shook his head.


    “No, it’s not like that.


    I just met someone who made me see Joann differently.


    ”


    He avoided mentioning Ste further and looked earnestly at Byron.


    “Grandpa, after a lot of reflection, for our family’s sake, I can’t bring Joann into our lives.


    I hope you can understand and respect my decision.


    ”


    Bet’s tone grew cold as he recalled Joann’s recent outburst.


    Observing Bet’s firm resolve, Byron sighed deeply.


    “You’re not like your father.


    You’re more like your uncle.


    You both always knew your own minds.


    We couldn’t sway your uncle back in the day, and now that I’m old, I won’t try to sway you.


    Just be sure this is what you truly want.


    ”


    Bet nodded with conviction.


    “Grandpa, don’t worry.


    I’ve got everything under control.


    ”


    As they were talking, a loud crash came from upstairs.


    Bet and Byron looked at each other with concern.


    Byron tried to get up using his cane, but Bet quickly reassured him, saying, “It’s probably just the servant being clumsy and dropping something.


    I’ll go check it out.


    ”


    Bet hurried upstairs and found a servant hastily cleaning up after identally dropping an iron box.


    Kyra Lowell, Bet’s grandmother, scolded with a frown, “How could you be so careless? These are all my son’s cherished belongings.


    If anything is broken, you will be held responsible.


    ”


    The servant was profuse


    ly apologetic, saying, “I’m terribly sorry, ma’am.


    It was an ident.


    ”


    Seeing that it was just an ident, Bet felt relieved.


    He approached Kyra, trying to calm her.


    “Grandma, it was just a mishap.


    Please, don’t be upset.


    ”


    As he helped Kyra to sit down, Bet noticed a faded photograph on the floor.


    The photograph had yellowed with age, showing his uncle clearly, but the woman beside him was just a blur.


    As he picked up the photograph to hand it to the servant, he saw some writing on the back.


    Since the photo got wet, the words written on the back of it were all soggy and blurry.


    Even the woman’s mame could not be seen clearly.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    Only the first three letters “Aar” were recognizable.


    It must have been Bet’s uncle and the woman’s first picture together.


    After all, the love notes on the back were filled with sweetness.


    The maid had already tidied up everything.


    The only thing left was the photo in Bet’s hand.


    She wanted to take it back, so she said tentatively, “Mr.


    Lowell, the photo in your hand…”


    Bet handed her the photo, stood up, and helped Kyra out.


    He asked, “Grandma, why did you suddenly think of cleaning Uncle’s room?”


    Kyra lowered her head and answered, “I’ve been dreaming of your uncle a lottely, so I thought I’d have someone clean his room.


    He always liked things neat.


    If he everes back and sees dust everywhere, he’d be upset for ages.


    ”


    When Bet heard this, he felt a twinge in his heart.


    He didn’t want to shatter his grandmother’s hopes, so he just listened quietly.


    He also said a word or two from time to time.