âBut you saw it just now. Chairman Salvador was still siding with her. It seems he hasnât trulyâ¦â
âHmph, he was only protecting his pride. Who else understands my son if I donât?â
Nigel leaned backward, closing his eyes. âNow, itâs only one step away until he gives up on Shannon.
At this moment, rekindling his feelings for his old lover might speed it up. The impact caused by the
dead is often stronger than that of those still alive. It will enlighten him and make him regret his ways.â
A luxury car headed toward Tideview Manor.
Gregory gripped the wooden box tightly, mentally preparing himself for a long time before slowly
opening it.
The box had two layers.
The first layer consists of many neatly arranged velvet pouches. Gregoryâs heart felt as if it stung each
time he opened one.
The ring was what he gave her when he proposed. Although the diamond looked a little small now, it
could still attract countless womenâs jealousy thirty years ago.
The emerald bracelet was her birthday gift, which he chose carefully.
Back then, he remembered her birthday, their anniversary, and all the holidays lovers would celebrate.
But now, he was not even willing to remember her death anniversary.
Gregory took a deep breath and opened the second layer.
It was a stack of old photos that had turned yellow.
He took the photos with trembling hands, flipping through the stack.
Instantly, his eyes reddened, his ears buzzed, and tears welled up.
He remembered. Mary loved photography. She always held a small camera, taking a stroll in Tideview
Manor while taking photos.
At that time, he did not know what she was photographing, but now he knew.
There was only one subject in Maryâs photographs-him.
On the back of the photos were words that she hid deep within her heart, unable to tell him. It was
restrained, gentle, and lingering.
âI look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, but Iâm always thinking of you.â
âI donât know when it started, but I canât live without you now. Perhaps this was what the Bible meant,
where a woman is made from a manâs ribs.â
âGregory, I hope my low-born status, unspeakable past, and clumsy love did not become a concern for
you.â
âI know that my love was nothing worth mentioning in your bright and shining life. But Gregory, this is all
I could give you.â
âI love you very much.â
Gregoryâs grip wrinkled the photo. Tears silently fell from his eyes through his face, dampening the
elegant words.
âWhy did you never tell me these? Mary, do you know that Iâve always loved you tooâ¦â