He picked up the photo with a puzzled look on his face.
"Why would my mother—in—law keep my second uncle's photo?"
She looked at him.
"I don't know, I just vaguely remember that when I was young and I was reading my mother's book, I found this photo. At the beginning I thought about asking my mother, but because my mother was so busy at that time, she came home late every day and dragged me along, and I forgot about it myself. It's also because of the scene in Second Uncle's study that I thought of all these. "
"Could it be that mother—in—law has a crush on my second uncle?"
"It can't be …"
There was a trace of suspicion on her expression.
"How could my mother …"
Thinking about it, John Anderson had said before that the one who made the first mistake between them was his mother, so she kept quiet.
"Why aren't you saying anymore?"
She looked at him.
"I don't know. None of us have experienced what happened in the previous generation, so we naturally don't know what happened."
William Walton laughed heartily as he embraced her waist. "No matter what, I feel more and more that our fate is really too wonderful. If only my mother—in—law was still alive, we would know the truth."
She glanced at him.
Who said that it wasn't true?
Mom is not a reckless person, there really is no reason to leave other people's photos for no reason.
William Walton bent his body and picked up the books one by one.
A few books that had just been shaken open revealed the title page.
There were even words written by Second Uncle on it.
William Walton opened one of the books.
In all the books his Second Uncle had read, he would leave behind his name.
It seemed like not only did his mother—in—law have the photo of his second uncle, but even this book …
Seeing him suddenly stop moving, she asked, "What's wrong?"
William Walton closed the book naturally, and said: "It's fine."
If she knew that this book belonged to Second Uncle, wouldn't she be even more suspicious of her mother?
He put the book back on the table, stood up and said, "Alright, since your memory has been proven correct, shouldn't we go back?"
The two of them returned to the villa by the sea to eat.
After the meal, they had intended to take a nap, but Benjamin Walton called them.
William Walton picked up the phone, laid on the bed with one hand holding her, the other holding the phone, he said lazily: "What's wrong?"
"William … Come back quickly. "
"What's wrong?"
"Carol Wright, she …"
Benjamin Walton stared at Carol Wright who was standing in front of him, her face filled with distress, and said: "She escaped."
"What's going on?"
"I don't know either. Carol Wright begged me to send her away from here, but I really don't dare to make the decision. Can you come back and see?"
William Walton said: "I do not care about this matter, contact Jack Walton."
