Chapter 641

"Leslie, Mom wants to take you back to your old room, okay?" Genevieve Cross held Leslie's hand, her eyes drifting to the red bracelet on Leslie's wrist. She stared at it for a long moment. "Leslie, this bracelet... you've never taken it off, have you?" Leslie raised her arm slightly, giving the bracelet a glance. "Mom, what’s wrong? Do you know something about it?" Usually, Leslie wore long sleeves, so the bracelet hadn’t been visible. But now, in her sleeveless evening dress, her arms were exposed—slender and smooth, like young bamboo. Her limbs had a graceful proportion that was hard to overlook. Genevieve felt her lips tremble faintly. "This bracelet... you were given it when you were born. One of your grandfather’s old friends brought it for you. Back then, your wrists were so tiny it couldn’t go on. They hung it around your neck instead." Her mind wandered back to that day. That moment. Back then, faced with that torn, unrecognizable body, she didn’t want to believe it was her da