Free Web NovelChapter 1273: Chapter 1272: Two Years in Jail Made You Lose Your Memory
Theodore Holmes remained silent, without making any comments on the words that Sophia Wood had just added.
Wife!
Mother always wished for him to marry Lily, but now she is already married to his so-called brother.
What should he do?
Lily now has both a son and a daughter, and he can see that she is living happily. How could he have the heart to disturb her?
Standing silently before Ivy Shaw’s grave, Theodore Holmes made a decision: he would not disturb Lily Turner; he would watch her happiness from afar.
"Aunt Jasmine! Let’s go back."
Bowing deeply to his mother’s grave, Theodore Holmes was the first to walk toward the exit of the cemetery.
"Ivy! I’m leaving, I’ll come visit in a few days," Sophia Wood murmured to Ivy Shaw’s grave and then followed him.
The two of them left the cemetery, one after the other. On the way back, Theodore Holmes received a call from a stranger, requesting a meeting to discuss something.
At an intersection, he honked to signal Sophia Wood, who was driving behind him, and then drove to meet the man who had just called him.
Half an hour later, Theodore Holmes drove to the seaside, where he had agreed to meet the stranger. In the distance, he saw a man facing the sea.
Unable to see the man’s face, Theodore had no idea who he was.
Theodore Holmes got out of the car and walked toward the man standing by the sea. Hearing a sound behind him, the man turned around.
"It’s you!"
When the man turned around, Theodore Holmes recognized his face; he had met this man two years ago and had plotted some things together.
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Contrary to Theodore Holmes’s surprise, Grant Heath seemed much calmer, his expression placid as he looked at the person approaching him, "Hello! We meet again."
As soon as he spoke, he proactively reached out to shake hands with the approaching person.
"What do you want?" Theodore Holmes glanced at the extended hand and stepped aside.
Seeing this, Grant Heath’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked at Theodore Holmes, who deliberately stepped aside. He retracted his hand and moved to stand alongside Theodore, "Knowing you were released from prison, I specially flew over from Golden Morning to check on you and catch up a bit."
While saying this, he discreetly observed the reaction of the person beside him.
"I doubt there’s much for us to reminisce about, right?" Theodore Holmes knew very well what Grant Heath meant by ’catching up,’ but now he wanted no further involvement with him. He wanted to live a normal life, no longer buried in hatred.
Theodore Holmes’s attitude and words were surprising and puzzling to Grant Heath; two years ago, this man was not like this. What had happened to change him?
This was not the outcome he wanted, nor was it what he expected to see.
"Did you lose your memory after spending two years in prison?" Grant Heath looked at Theodore, showing no sign of joking, with a hint of derision flashing through his eyes.
Although fleeting, the derision was still captured by Theodore Holmes, who coolly curled his lips, "Prison cleared my head, helped me distinguish right from wrong, and allowed me to see the difference between people and ghosts."
