Chapter 332: by Adolf Dunne


    Following the direction of where Joey’s finger was pointing at, Lukas was stunned by the surprising


    development It took a few minutes before Lukas finally came to his senses and approached Joey.


    ncing at the closed door beside them, he asked curiously, “Why do you suddenly want to enter this


    room?” Joey dropped his hand to his side and shrugged casually. “I remembered you mentioned that


    Mr. Sullivan once had a child. I’m just a little curious and want to learn more about the baby. Can I go


    inside the nursery and have a look around?” Staring at the door of the unused bedroom, Lukas’ mind


    strayed to the events that happened in the first six months following Rachel’s passing.


    During that time, the atmosphere of the Sue Garden was very gloomy and depressing. Victor had either


    thrown himself into endless work or stayed in the baby’s room for several hours each day. “Am I not


    allowed to go inside?” Joey asked inquisitively when he heard the pensive man sigh. “You’re free to do


    as you please. Go ahead.” Lukas lowered his eyes and showed a gentle smile. Before Joey returned


    home that afternoon, Victor had instructed Lukas to let the little boy go wherever he wanted. One could


    assume that Victor allowed this because he was slowly epting Joey into his life.


    Seeing the uncanny resemnce between Joey and Victor, Lukas couldn’t help but think, ‘What are the


    chances that Joey is indeed the child of Mr. Sullivan? If that were the case, then he would surely treat


    the little boy as his most precious treasure, wouldn’t he? Having a child might bring more smiles on Mr.


    Sullivan’s sullen face.’ “Hold on. Let me get the key to this room,” Lukas said with a warm smile, putting


    his thoughts aside. Shortly after, Lukas returned with the spare key in hand. He unlocked the door and


    switched on the light in the room. In an instant, everything in the room came into full view.


    The first thing that attracted Joey’s attention was the crib. He walked over and thought of what Lukas


    had mentioned before. This well-designed crib was lovingly prepared for the baby by his mother and


    father. Joey reached out and ran his fingers down the smooth wooden surface of the crib. Suddenly, his


    hand felt distinct carved markings. He quicklyid his eyes on the spot that he had just touched. There


    seemed to be some words engraved on the wooden guardrail. Brushing away the dust on the letters,


    Joey leaned in to get a closer look-Be and Sullivan.


    It seemed as if it was carefully engraved with a carving knife by someone with great strength, With his


    mind filled with wonder, Joey gently traced each letter with his finger. He nced at Lukas and asked,


    “Did Mr. Sullivan instruct someone to engrave these words when they assembled this crib?” “What?”


    Lukas walked over and read the engraved words that Joey was pointing at. The man was perplexed by


    what he saw.


    He scratched his head and said, “No, I don’t believe he did. Only theponents of the crib were sent


    here at that time. And for the sake of the baby’s safety, I asked my men to check every inch. If there


    were words engraved on the guardrail, I would have known.” That meant these words were engraved


    later on.


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    Joey’s wide eyes once again fixated themselves on the guardrail. Meanwhile, Lukas crossed his arms


    and curled his eyebrows. “How strange! When was this written? Is it possible that Miss Be was


    responsible for this?” In Lukas’s memory, Victor seldom entered this room before Rachel’s death.


    On the other hand, Rachel often spent an entire day in this room. Moreover, the two surnames were


    engraved together. The first person Lukas thought of was Rachel because everyone knew how much


    the woman loved Victor at that time. “No, it’s not her.I’m sure of it.” Joey spoke with certainty because it


    was not his mommy’s handwriting. The words were engraved with a carving knife, requiring the user to


    apply great strength. Therefore, it might have caused discrepancies in the penmanship because of the


    brute force needed to write each letter.


    Nevertheless, he could still tell at a nce that his mommy didn’t do it. Lukas stared at the boy intently.


    “Huh?” Lukas was confused.


    “What did you just say?” If Rachel did not engrave these words, then there was only one other person


    who could have done that.