Chapter 212

At the moment, Leslie was downstairs, half-heartedly chatting with the two elders. As soon as Broderick entered the study and powered on his laptop, already diving into work, Leslie's eyes twitched with curiosity. "Grandma, do you have any childhood photos of Broderick? I really wanna see them." Matilda's chest tightened for a second. Photo albums? She hadn't touched them in years. Six years, maybe? Everything that had anything to do with Arthur was packed away and stored long ago. Leslie felt a bit disappointed she didn't come back into this life sooner-like when Broderick's parents were still alive. If his parents had made it, he probably would've had a much happier time growing up. But some things just can't be changed. Others, though-others you can do something about. She hoped the ones still here could live lighter, not be weighed down by the past forever. Like, Broderick's parents-gone. That part, there's no changing. She never got to meet them in either life. Completely obliviou