NovelEnglish"Bye, take care on the way." Charlotte replied.
After hanging up the phone, she couldn't help but ask Ricky, "Is there something going on with the Capital?"
Ricky said, "There's a problem in the military district. | heard that there was a traitor inside and the location of the weapons and
ammunition depot was exposed. So recently the general is having a headache and is doing his best to move supplies and
resources."
"Oh, no wonder. That's a legitimate reason for you to go back, then." Charlotte didn't care what was going on in the army, she
didn't know anything about that. What she cared about was that these unforeseen events must not affect her status as the
daughter of the powerful Heath family. She was about to marry into one of the richest family in the country.
"Well, I'll leave now. Is it okay if you go hby yourself?" Ricky secretly put his hand over the back of Charlotte's soft hand,
somewhat fondly. In fact, he was more worried about whether she would still need him once she had achieved what she wanted.
"Sure. You hurry up and go."
Charlotte's watery eyes at that tshocked his heart once again.
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After she sent Ricky away.
Charlotte walked hslowly and alone.
When she opened the door, she noticed that Rodney's shoes were casually kicked around on the carpet, and it looked like Grandpa
had chin quite a hurry.
Because usually Rodney always put the shoes neatly in the entrance. It was ssort of obsessive-compulsive disorder he got
from the military.
Charlotte bent down to pick up the shoes and set them up.
Then she went to the kitchen and found that the dinner had not been touched.
Strangely, when Grandpa chome, he didn't eat dinner.
So what's he doing?
Although Rodney was not her real grandfather, he was quite nice to her. She grew up without a family, the warmth the Heath
family gave her made her feel much more comfortable, and kind of made up for her childhood regrets.
She felt the need to go and see what Rodney was really doing so that Cecelia wouldn't be worried.
She looked up at the second floor, and it seemed that Rodney did not lock the door.
Charlotte walked gingerly up the stairs as she gently pushed open the door to Rodney's room.
The room was silent, and Rodney was lying alone in a rocking chair, as before, facing an empty wall.
Only, this time, the antique clock on the wall seemed to have been taken down and the back cover was open.
She called out in a low voice, "Grandpa."
Rodney didn't move, and Charlotte thought to herself, "Is he asleep?
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She caught a glimpse of something Rodney seemed to be clutching tightly in his hand. It looked like an old photo? He held it in his
arms, as if holding the most precious memories, and did not want to let go even when he fell asleep.
This scene reminded her of the last tshe entered Rodney's room. He accidentally dropped a photo on the floor, she tried to pick
it up at the time, and he stopped her.
It was the first tGrandpa had been so harsh to her, and she wonder what precious photo that could be, so that Grandpa would
get so strange for it. He was unlike his mild and gentle self when it was about the photo.
At that tshe hurriedly glanced at it, but she did not see it very clearly. She could vaguely see that it was a young girl. Was it the
legendary Mia Cole?
And, at that time, she always felt the face on the photo very familiar.
She had been waiting for a chance to take another look at the photo.
Today it was a perfect opportunity to take advantage of Rodney's sleep.
She crept closer and was instantly stunned in place when she got a good look at the person in the photo.
Joyce! Wasn't it just Joyce?!
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