Chapter 488

"Bye, take care on the way." Charlotte replied.

After hanging up the phone, she couldn't help but ask Ricky, "Is there

something going on with the Capital?"

Ricky said, "There's a problem in the military district. I heard that there

was a traitor inside and the location of the weapons and ammunition

depot was exposed. So recently the general is having a headache and

is doing his best to move supplies and resources.”

"Oh, no wonder. That's a legitimate reason for you to go back, then."

Charlotte didn't care what was going on in the army, she didn't know

anything about that. What she cared about was that these unforeseen

events must not affect her status as the daughter of the powerful Heath

family. She was about to marry into one of the richest family in the

country.

"Well, I'll leave now. Is it okay if you go home by yourself?" Ricky

secretly put his hand over the back of Charlotte's soft hand, somewhat

fondly. In fact, he was more worried about whether she would still need

him once she had achieved what she wanted.

"Sure. You hurry up and go."

Charlotte's watery eyes at that time shocked his heart once again.

After she sent Ricky away.

Charlotte walked home slowly and alone.

When she opened the door, she noticed that Rodney's shoes were

casually kicked around on the carpet, and it looked like Grandpa had

come home in quite a hurry.

Because usually Rodney always put the shoes neatly in the entrance. It

was some sort of obsessive-compulsive disorder he got from the

military.

Charlotte bent down to pick up the shoes and set them up.

Then she went to the kitchen and found that the dinner had not been

touched.

Strangely, when Grandpa came home, he didn't eat dinner.

So what's he doing?

Although Rodney was not her real grandfather, he was quite nice to

her. She grew up without a family, the warmth the Heath family gave

her made her feel much more comfortable, and kind of made up for her

childhood regrets.

She felt the need to go and see what Rodney was really doing so that

Cecelia wouldn't be worried.

She looked up at the second floor, and it seemed that Rodney did not

lock the door.

Charlotte walked gingerly up the stairs as she gently pushed open the

door to Rodney's room.

The room was silent, and Rodney was lying alone in a rocking chair, as

before, facing an empty wall.

Only, this time, the antique clock on the wall seemed to have been

taken down and the back cover was open.

She called out in a low voice, "Grandpa."

Rodney didn't move, and Charlotte thought to herself, “Is he asleep?

She caught a glimpse of something Rodney seemed to be clutching

tightly in his hand. It looked like an old photo? He held it in his arms, as

if holding the most precious memories, and did not want to let go even

when he fell asleep.

This scene reminded her of the last time she entered Rodney's room.

He accidentally dropped a photo on the floor, she tried to pick it up at

the time, and he stopped her.

It was the first time Grandpa had been so harsh to her, and she wonder

what precious photo that could be, so that Grandpa would get so

strange for it. He was unlike his mild and gentle self when it was about

the photo.

At that time she hurriedly glanced at it, but she did not see it very

clearly. She could vaguely see that it was a young girl. Was it the

legendary Mia Cole?

And, at that time, she always felt the face on the photo very familiar.

She had been waiting for a chance to take another look at the photo.

Today it was a perfect opportunity to take advantage of Rodney's sleep.

She crept closer and was instantly stunned in place when she got a

good look at the person in the photo.

Joyce! Wasn't it just Joyce?!