Chapter 855
The snowfall reminded her of Ethan's visit to Paris. Ethan, dressed in a black coat, sat on her favorite long wooden bench with snowflakes settling on his shoulders. After brushing them off, he waited for her for a long time.
"Ms. Jent, why are you crying?" Margaret entered and saw Madelyn sitting on the floor with tears streaming down her face. Concerned, Margaret quickly approached and asked, "What happened?" She tried to comfort Madelyn, wiping away her tears.
Madelyn said, "It's okay. I'm fine."
Margaret noticed the person in the photo album Madelyn was holding, "Who's this? She's so beautiful!" Eager to get a closer look, she picked up the photo, saying, "She looks like something out of a fairy tale."
Madelyn replied, "That's my mom."
Margaret grinned, "That makes sense. You have that same fairy tale look."
Only the Jent family's old servants knew about Alicia, the previous lady of the house.
Madelyn began softly, "My mom was always such a gentle soul. She loved painting an

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