Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 463 The Mysterious Album

Seeing she went in, Cole felt that if he didn't go in, he would look like a coward.

Taking a deep breath, he shivered and followed into this old house.

Since nobody was living here for a long time, it was covered with cobwebs and dust everywhere. And it indeed looked like a haunted house in a movie. Amber wiped the dust off the table and thought no wonder Cole just said so.

"Honey?" Cole's voice sounded.

Amber patted the dust off her hands, "What's wrong?"

"Where are your grandfather's notes?" Cole asked while waving a long broom he just got from somewhere.

Amber pointed to the direction of the study, "It's over there, but it's too dirty here. Let's clean it up first and then we can look for notes later."

"Okay, otherwise I won't be able to live here tonight." Cole nodded in agreement.

Amber opened the suitcase and took out a few towels from it, "Let's start then."

"You can wipe the tables and chairs and I'll deal with the cobwebs and sweep the floor." Cole stopped waving his broom.

Amber agreed, "Okay, so be it, I'll fetch some water from the well."

Saying that, she went to the backyard with a towel.

There was an ancient well, which had running water all year round.

Soon, the two began to get busy.

This busywork lasted for several hours, and it was not until four o'clock in the afternoon that the two of them finished cleaning the huge yard.

At this moment, they were exhausted and both slumped onto the deckchairs.

Cole was out of breath and said, "It... It's the first time I've done so much cleaning. I'm exhausted."

"Sorry. I'll make something delicious for you later." Amber said breathlessly.

Cole nodded with bright eyes, "Okay, I want to eat fish, but is there any fish here?"

"Yes." Amber sat up straight and rubbed her aching back, "There is a village on the hillside below, and the village head has fish in his house. I went there a few years ago. I will go there to buy some in a while." "That's great." Cole clapped his hands happily.

Amber stood up, "Cole, you can go to make the bed first and I'll go to grandpa's study to look for notes."

"Okay." Cole looked at the room she pointed to.

It seemed that he would be staying in that room.

"Then where do you live?" Cole turned to look at her, "I can make your bed by the way."

Amber pointed to the room opposite him, "That's the room I used to live."

"Okay." Cole walked over with his suitcase.

Amber went straight to the old man's study.

The study had just been cleaned and it was spotless.

Amber came to the desk and opened the drawer to look for notes.

The notes were not difficult to replace and she found them in the second drawer.

She flipped through it and confirmed that it was the one that her grandfather was looking for.

Just as she was closing the drawer, she suddenly saw something.

"This is... an album?" Amber saw the pink album in the drawer, which was lying down the notes, and took it out.

This album was small, only the size of a palm, but it was very thick.

But what caused her attention was that she had never seen this album before.

Before she married Jared, she used to live here for a while every year, so she was familiar with everything in the old house. There were several photo albums in the old house, all of which she had seen, but she had never met this one before.

Besides, this album was very old judging from its appearance. It must have existed for decades.

After all, six years is not enough time for the album to become so yellowed, so it definitely couldn't be that grandpa had gotten this one in the past six years. The only possibility was that the album had been there for decades or even longer, but she had never known it.

Suddenly, Amber thought of something and froze on the spot.

She remembered that every time she came to the old house, she could go anywhere to play but the study. Every time she entered her grandfather's study, her grandfather would tell her not to open the drawers of his desk, as if there was something he didn't want her to see in the drawer.

Except for the note, what was left in this drawer was this photo album.

She has seen her grandfather's other archaeological notes, so what he didn't want her to see should not be the notes but this album.

What exactly was in this album that he wouldn't let her see?

Her eyes fell on the album in her right hand and her heart beat fast.

In the end, curiosity prevailed over reason.

She bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, and whispered in a low voice, "I'll just take a look, it should be ok."

As she spoke, she put down the archaeological notes on her left hand and carefully opened the album.

The first thing that caught her eye was a picture of a baby.

The baby was lying in a swaddle, eyes closed, face wrinkled and red. It seemed like it was just born.

In the lower right corner of the photo, there was also a date written.

Looking at the date, she laughed, "This is me!"

The date above was exactly her birth date, so there was no need to guess who this baby was, it was her.

"It turns out that when I was born, I was so ugly and so small that I didn't look healthy." Amber touched the baby's face in the photo with her thumb and said with a light smile.

Then, she flipped through the next photo.

Still a baby.

In the lower right corner of the photo, the date is still written, which is the date of the second day of her birth.

Was this a photo album of her birth?

Thinking about that, she turned to the third page, and it was still her and the date of her third day of birth.

This time, she was sure that this was the album of her birth records, and every photo on it recorded what she looked like every day after she was born.

Such record albums were common. Almost many families would make one for their children until the child turned one year old or six months old.

Looking at the thickness of the album in her hand, it should be a record of six months old.

What she couldn't figure out was that since this was her record album, why did her grandfather never let her see it?

She narrowed her eyes with confusion.

But she didn't think much about that. She just thought the reason why her grandfather didn't want to show it to her was that he wanted to keep it as a souvenir.

But now that the photo album is in her hands, she could look at it carefully and refresh her memory as a child.

But what's strange was that there are many photos of her when she was a child at home, but none of which was taken when she was born, so she doesn't know what she looked like when she was born. She pulled over the chair and sat down, then she began to look at the photos page by page.

At first, when she looked at it, she felt that she was so cute.

But there was no sense of affinity somehow.

As she was flipping through the pages, the smile on her face slowly faded away.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐