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Chapter 135
Where else could I find memories of my parents?
“Elaine,” a voice called out to me. It was Jane, the woman who lived across the building.
I knew she must have come because of the demolition notice.
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“Elaine, it’s such a pity this place is going to be demolished,” she said, her tone uncharacteristically emotional.
I didn’t respond, my face full of unspoken sadness. Jane continued, “I just spent money fixing up my place, and it hasn’t even been rented out for a month. Now I’ll have to evict the tenant. It’s such a loss.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Elaine, I called the young man renting the place, but he didn’t pick up. If you see him today, tell him to call me back,” Jane requested.
She added, “Also, let him know about the demolition so he can start looking for another place and packing his stuff.”
I nodded. “Got it.”
“Thank you, Elaine,” Jane said politely before switching to gossip mode. “Have you met the young man renting my place? Isn’t he a nice guy?”
I chuckled. “He’s alright.”
“Alright? Elaine, you must have high standards. If I had a daughter, I’d make him my son–in–law!” Jane said enthusiastically.
“You can always have another child.” I joked, referencing the viral story of a 60–year–old woman giving birth.
Jane laughed. “Quit it. I can’t possibly do that.”
I smiled but didn’t respond further.
Jane continued, “You should start packing your stuff too. Throw away what you don’t need and sell what you can.”
She handed me the contact information of a scrap collector. “He offers good prices. You can sell him anything you want to get rid of.”
Her enthusiasm was hard to refuse, so I accepted the number and headed upstairs.
When I opened the door to my apartment and looked around at the familiar space filled with
memories, my eyes stung with tears.
Some things couldn’t be kept, no matter how much I wanted to.
My dad used to say that I had to let go of things I couldn’t keep. I knew the demolition was inevitable, so after a moment of sadness, I began assessing the apartment and started packing.
I stayed away from my parents‘ room–I couldn’t bear to touch anything there. Instead, I started with the storage room.
As I packed, I realized I needed to buy a place of my own soon to move my parents‘ belongings there.
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An old bookshelf, my childhood bike, my dad’s fishing kit, my mom’s easel…
All the items were old and worn, but I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away.
While sorting through the storage room, I came across a wicker trunk buried beneath a pile of items. I remembered it vividly–it was the one I had a photo taken on as a child.
My dad had told me it was his storage container when he left the orphanage. It had been the equivalent of a modern suitcase.
I opened the trunk and found my dad’s navy blue tank top inside. It reminded me of Ashton’s green tank top.
Underneath it was a notebook with a pen clipped to it. The sight of my dad’s handwriting made my breath catch.
Tears immediately welled up and fell, smudging the ink.
I quickly tried to wipe them away, but the notebook slipped from my hands. Something fell out.
Alpha Corporation.
Alfred Kramer.
I stared at the document in shock.
I recognized both the company name and the signature of the legal representative. Alpha Corporation was Mercer Corporation’s largest partner. Ethan had always been close to Alfred Kramer.
But why did my dad have a contract with Alpha Corporation from ten years ago?
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