Chapter 2049


    Grabbing his briefcase, Penn was heading out the door.


    The old newspaper clipping about Quentin Silverman’s murder of Betsy Albinia was still on his desk.


    Back then, newspapers were rather generous with their photo sizes, just like this one.


    The apanying picture of the news was Betsy, her eyes wide open, lying in the weeds.


    Penn never saw iting.


    Having just told Ms. Albinia that Rosalynn was an honest businesswoman who wouldn’t harm him, he


    had barely stepped out of the hotel room when he was held by a group of hulking, menacing men. “Mr.


    Lange, our boss wishes to see you. Pleasee with us.”c2


    Penn nced at them, he even noticed that one of them was carrying a rope and a sack.


    Penn was speechless.


    Half an hourter, Penn was pushed into a room. The carpet was plush and soft under his feet.


    He was relieved.


    Perhaps because he had been cooperative all along, they didn’t use the sack or the rope.


    Before he could steady himself, the door was shut.


    Penn looked up and saw a slender figure standing by a vintage window, staring absentmindedly at a


    ginkgo tree outside.


    “Ms. Jared. Penn took the initiative to speak.


    Rosalynn turned around, saying, “You’re here.”


    Penn gave a bitter smile, “With a sack and rope at hand, even if I didn’te willingly, they would have


    brought me here anyways, right?”


    Rosalynn walked over and sat down on a red velvet sofa, “Have a seat.”


    Penn obediently walked over and sat down in the chair opposite Rosalynn.


    “Let’s talk about your parents’ ident,” Rosalynn looked at Penn, her gaze sharp and piercing.


    It was intimidating, as if she knew the whole truth.


    Penn’s expression shifted subtly, “What do you want to talk about?”


    “What do you think caused the ident?” Rosalynn asked.


    “My father had been restless for months because he had discovered something. He forgot to maintain


    and service his car. On the day of the ident, there was extreme weather and the brakes failed. This


    led to a severe collision on the highway and my parents died instantly.”


    Penn looked at Rosalynn.


    He was silent for a moment before he added, “That day was my birthday. They were on their way home


    from the research institute when the ident happened.”


    Rosalynn’s eyes flickered.


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    “I know what you’re worried about. For a long time, I thought that Natalie had killed my father to silence


    him after he discovered her secret. I was consumed by hatred and kept thinking about how to make her


    pay.”


    Rosalynn remained silent


    Penn nced out the window, continuing. “But when I was eighteen, I identally found out that after


    my father’s death, Natalie had been supporting me behind the scenes. I got into my dream college


    smoothly, and even though I was young, someone was willing to pay a lot of money to support my


    research. Every year on my birthday, she would send me a gift without fail, and each gift contained a


    letter written by her”


    Penn’s voice choked, “My grandparents med me for their children’s death. They took care of me and


    treated me well, but I know they resented me. Because of me, they lost their most loved ones. Since


    then, there were only death anniversaries in our house, not my birthday”


    Osmond died when Penn was still young


    A three or four-year-old little boy, of course, wanted his parents to be with him on his birthday.


    He didn’t know that the car had broken down, nor did he know that his parents would die on their way


    home.


    If he had a choice, if he had known, he wouldn’t have chosen to celebrate that damned birthday!


    “Only she remembered my birthday Penn said,ughing as he looked at Rosalynn, then shrugged. “All


    those years, her letters and gifts kept me from falling into the abyss. Every time I saw the words ‘Dear


    Penn’ it was the happiest moment of my year”