Chapter 1841


    There were photos taken at tourist hotspots after they’d grown up.


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    And there were their smiles captured from their birthdays past.


    These memories yed like an old movie, scene after scene flickering in Chasel’s mind.


    That little girl from his past, she was so pure and kind, so simple and sweet. But why did she end up


    doing all those cruel, heartless things to Be.


    In the end, Chasel dumped everything rted to her into the trash can.


    The servant, tidying up the room, was surprised to find that Chasel had thrown away the group photos


    he treasured most.


    In the past, if those photos ever gathered dust, Chasel would meticulously clean them himself,


    forbidding anyone else to touch them.


    Serena had it all, a future bright as the stars, a life of luxury, adored by everyone. Yet she was never


    satisfied, choosing instead a path that broke the Collins family''s hearts. It was foolish, truly a case of


    reaping what she sowed!


    Arabe spent half an hour searching the room Erik once upied but couldn''t find a single clue.


    On her way back to the main house, she saw two servants carrying out trash bags to the gate. One of


    the bags, overstuffed, let a few picture frames spill out—photos of Serena and Chasel together.


    The servants stooped to pick them up, noticing Arabe and giving her a polite nod.


    "Are these all-things Chasel doesn''t want anymore?" Arabe asked in a soft tone.


    "Yes, as well as some of Sean''s," one servant said, opening the bags to show their contents filled with


    items rted to Serena.


    Arabe hadn''t expected that Chasel and Sean would throw away even their photos together.


    "Be!"


    At that moment, Sean, who had been pacing in front of the main house window, finally saw his sister


    emerge and hurried outside, carrying an umbre.


    "It''s started to snow; I brought an umbre for you," Sean opened the umbre over her head. "You


    didn''t get wet, did you?"


    "No, Sean." Arabe gave a small, warm smile, "You''re not too busy today?"


    "Yes, I''ve been quite freetely, just staying at home keeping youpany. Any luck finding clues?"


    Sean angled the umbre to shelter her more.


    "No, he''s been careful not to leave anything behind." Arabe held a tablet in her hand.


    "Here, put your hands in your pockets and warm yourself up."


    "You''re not dressed warmly enough for this cold weather." Arabe noticed he was only wearing his


    thick loungewear, although plush, they were hardly suitable for the chilly outdoors. "I''ll have someone


    bring over some more jackets."


    Sean was ted at the offer, pretending to protest the expense, but inside he was overjoyed.


    As they entered the main house, his smile froze.


    For there was Chasel, also in loungewear, plush and thick, looking even more dashing.


    "You''re back?" Chasel greeted Arabe with a gentle smile. "Did you find anything?"


    "Nothing was left behind." Arabe noticed his loungewear. "They look good on you, Chasel."


    This was the first time Arabe had seen Chasel in the loungewear she had designed, as he was


    usually away on missions.


    "They''re specially designed by you, so of course, they look good," Chasel said, fondly ruffling her hair.


    Specially designed?


    Sean felt a sting of envy at that revtion!