Chapter 1051


    Cecelia followed and stood up, smiling, "Good. The Cole residence is certianly worth a tour."


    Cecelia followed Michal to have a tour around the rooms. The residence was old and rustic, and


    collections of antique artifacts could be seen everywhere.


    "This is the study. But no one has been here for a while." Michal introduced as she led Cecelia into the


    "Well, it looks like the Cole family was also a literary family once upon a time, not just businessmen."


    Cecelia looked around andmented.


    The Cole family was naturally a famous family, otherwise how could Rodney marry Mia back then.


    "Unfortunately, Mia died too early. Otherwise, our two families would still be friends today."


    "I''ve never met my aunt either. Ever since I can remember, my family has never been allowed to


    mention her. Anyone who mentioned it would be scolded severely by grandparents." Michal shrugged,


    "I heard that Mia is very beautiful, gentle and knowledgeable. In short, she was all in one. It''s a pity that


    she died so young and lives only in everyone''s memory."


    "Yes. I''ve never even seen a picture of Mia. Sometimes I wonder what kind of person she must have


    been that Rodney couldn''t forget for the rest of his life. The Heath family wanted Rodney to forget


    about Mia and marry again, so they cut off the rtionship with the Cole family and destroyed all the


    things about Mia. The old Heath ended up holding on to the memories for the rest of his life."


    "He really loved Mia so much. If my grandparents were alive, I''m afraid they would have forgiven


    Rodney long ago."


    Michal let out a long sigh, equally emotional.


    "Starting with us, the two families can get back together. We can sort of make up for the old days."


    Michal took the initiative. She naturally understood Cecelia''s intention ofing in person.


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    "Have you seen what Mia looks like?" Cecelia asked curiously.


    This confusion had intrigued her for more than twenty years.


    "I think I''ve seen the picture, but I don''t remember it too well. It should ... should be in the study ..."


    Michal thought back carefully and couldn''t really think of anything, "We''re in the study now. Why don''t


    wee and look for it."


    She walked over to the bookshelf, "I''ll look on the left. You look on the right. There''s so much stuff, I


    can''t remember it at all. But I know that my grandparents didn''t destroy them all, and I''ve seen them in


    the study looking at the pictures in tears. Maybe they kept it in some book."


    "Oh."


    Cecelia followed and rummaged through the bookshelves.


    There were thousands of books, so the picture was undoubtedly a needle in a haystack.


    She quietly searched for it, as if she had sunk into a dim old time.


    Suddenly, she raised her elbow and identally knocked over an octavo box.


    "Snap!" The octave box fell to the ground and opened up.


    "Ah, sorry." Cecelia whimpered, reaching for it in a hurry.


    Scattered into several pieces the octavo box was lying quietly on the ground, and next to it was a ck


    and white photo. It was yellowed and old.


    When Cecelia''s long, slender fingers touched the photo, her beautiful eyes was suddenly ... widened...