Chapter 241

"Well, that's more like it." Rodney "grunted” while walking back to his

room with his hands behind his back.

“I'll bring you a snack to your room later,” Cecelia called after him.

Rodney didn't object, and a wave of his hand meant he agreed.

Cecelia was really relieved. Rodney was becoming more and more like

a child as he got older, and most of the time she would have to coax

him to eat anything. She glanced at Charlotte worriedly and felt

frustrated. Why things had turned out this way.

She remembered Joyce, whom she had met once. She had an acute

asthma attack that day, and Joyce saved her in time. She had a good

impression of Joyce. She was a kind girl and she always found her a bit

familiar.

There was no right or wrong in matters of love.

Although Joyce did not accept her terms in the end and did not go to

Mufron for her master's degree. She didn't resent Joyce, everyone had

their own choices and people they could not let go of. There was

nothing wrong with that.

Charlotte saw that Cecelia was really sad, she knew that Cecelia must

be disappointed with herself.

She stepped forward and gently shook Cecelia's arm, calling softly,

"Mom, I'm sorry for making things difficult for you."

Cecelia managed to pull out a smile, "It's okay. I'll go make you guys

something to eat while you get some rest."

With that, she hurriedly turned around and walked into the kitchen to

hide her distraction.

In a short time, Cecelia brought out two steaming bowls of oatmeal

from the kitchen, and she handed one of them to Charlotte.

"Charlotte, come, take care of your body, now you are carrying a baby,

you need to pay extra attention to nutrition.”

Charlotte hurriedly stood up and took the soup bowl and put it on the

coffee table, “The other bowl, I'll take it to Grandpa.”

"OK." Cecelia smiled really softly.

Looking at Charlotte's back carrying the plates upstairs, she was

overwhelmed with emotion. If Charlotte hadn't been pregnant, how

wonderful it would have been. The family could just finally get together

and stay happy easily.

Charlotte walked slowly upstairs with her bowl, and she gently pushed

open the door to Rodney's room.

The room was silent, and Rodney sat alone in a rocking chair, facing an

empty wall and staring.

Everything in front of her seemed to be still as if a stale period of time

had coalesced.

She called out in a small voice, "Grandpa. I'm bringing you some

oatmeal."

Rodney seemed to be suddenly disturbed, he was startled, his hands

accidentally dropped a piece of paper, fluttering and falling to the

ground.

Charlotte hurriedly put the plate on the low cabinet beside her and bent

forward to help Rodney pick up the piece of paper on the floor, old and

yellowed, looking like an old photo.

"Don't touch it! I'll pick it up myself!" Rodney suddenly shouted sternly.

Charlotte fell to the ground in fear. Grandpa had never been so serious.

What was the precious photo that made Grandpa's temperament

change so drastically? And his previous kindness was all gone.

Rodney stood up from the rocking chair and bent down to pick up the

old photos on the floor, treasuring them in his hand. He didn't want to

show it to anyone.

"Grandpa, the oatmeal is here,” Charlotte said cautiously.

"Got it, you go out." Rodney waved his hand, holding the photo in his

hand as if he was clinging to the most precious memory, unwilling to let

go.

Charlotte stared suspiciously at Rodney's photo and exited the room.

Just now she stole a glance at the photo. Though she did not see too

clearly, she knew it was the picture of a young girl. Was it the legendary

Mia Cole? But why would her face look so familiar?

She was eager to find a chance to take another look at the photo. It

always felt like something was wrong ...