Chapter 42

I gazed at the pair of opal bracelets. Their style struck a chord, yet I couldn't recall their owner. Instinctively, I sensed that these bracelets held significant meaning for me. Noticing my puzzled expression, Jameson pulled out an aged photograph. Just one glance left me feeling shocked. It was a family photo of me, my late grandma, my parents, and Charles. I was about ten years old and wearing a pink dress. Grandma sat in the middle, wearing a Chiran-style top and smiling kindly. It felt as if she was looking at me quietly from the picture. At that moment, a wave of nostalgia surged within me, a fierce energy breaking through memory barriers. "Grandma!" I went weak and fell to the ground. Jameson stared down at me coldly. I glanced at the opal bracelets and recalled that my grandma had gifted them to me before she passed away. I said, my voice trembling, "Give it back to me." Jameson sneered and slightly tore the aged photo. I shouted, "Don't tear it! This is the only phot