Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 308

"Your photo albums?" Margaret asked, sounding confused.

Arwen hummed before adding, "Yes, the photo albums that I have from my previous school. I remember keeping it in Granna’s place." She paused, trying to remember something, then added, "They must be in the store room. If you ask someone to check the shelves there, they might find it."

Margaret thought for a moment before affirming, "Sure, I will ask someone to look for him. But," she intercepted briefly, asking, "Arwen can I ask you why are you suddenly looking for it? They are the past that you have long moved on from."

There was suspicion in Margaret’s tone that sounded odd, but Arwen didn’t find it strange for she knew that asking the memory of the past which has long forgotten was worth questioning. And Margaret wasn’t an outsider. She had been throughout the span, witnessing it all. Her question to her was right and valid.

"Aunt Margaret," she began. "I might have moved on from the past, but maybe the past still holds something that could be important to me."

"What are you referring to, Arwen?" Margaret asked, her tone a little unsettled.

Arwen, herself, didn’t know what she was referring to or what she was trying to find out. She just knew that there was something that she was confused about. And there was something she was looking for. But what that was, she didn’t know. And neither could she explain.

Hence, in the reply to Margaret, she simply said, "I just want to make sure that I am not leaving anything or anyone important behind."

On the other end of the call, Margaret’s composed expression clearly showed a ripple of concern. But not making it too obvious, she said, "Okay, Arwen. Leave that to me then. I will ask someone to look for the albums and once they find it, I will send it over to you."

"Yeah, Aunt Margaret. Take your time." Although Arwen said that, she didn’t agree to the same internally. She wanted to ask her to make the haste, but at the same time, she knew that would be too much to ask. Therefore, she adjusted her words before uttering them.

At East Serenity Residence,

After Margaret hung up the call, a voice from behind asked her, "What’s wrong, Margaret?"

Margaret turned to look at Brenda who was walking down the stairs elegantly. "Madam, didn’t you go to rest? Why did you come down? If you needed something you could have asked me upstairs," she asked, her concern looking very evident on her face.

Seeing her getting worried like that was not something unusual. Over the years while Margaret had been staying with her, Brenda has come to say that getting anxious has become her second nature.

But that also means that Brenda knew exactly how Margaret looked when she was just worried for her health. And right seeing her unsettled like that, she could tell that she just wasn’t worried for her. There was something else that was keeping her on the edge.

Brenda’s gaze darted to look down at her hand that was holding the phone. "Who was on the phone?" she asked, looking back into her eyes.

"T-That …" Margaret hesitated and hearing her fumble like that, the old lady asked again.

"Margaret, I am sure I never stuttered, nor did I teach you. Then why are you today making me feel like I am not the mentor who guided you in your journey," Her words might have some soft, but it was sombre.

Margaret shook her head. "You didn’t, Madam." _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

"Great to know that you realize it," the old woman said, nodding. "Now that you have realized it, tell me who was on the call. And what did he or she say to make you unsettled like this?"

"It was young miss, Madam," she replied.

And Brenda’s expression shifted as she repeated, "Arwen?"

Margaret nodded.

"What did she say?" the old lady asked, his face showing hints of suspicion.

Margaret didn’t reply immediately. Her brows furrowed as she gave a thought again to the conversation she had with Arwen. "She was asking for the photo albums."

"Photo albums?" Brenda didn’t understand at first.

"Yes," Margaret said, explaining. "The one she made back in the school with the pictures of all her schoolmates and friends. After she had forgotten everything, she had come across it once. At that time, she didn’t remember anyone at all, but still, she had asked to keep them as a part of her forgotten memory."