Edward Stephens walked in from the doorway, reaching out to take the dressing box from Lady Stephens' hand.
There was a combination lock hanging on the box. He glanced at Lady Stephens and casually entered a few numbers.
With a "click," the combination lock opened.
Lady Stephens stared blankly for a moment, looking at her son incredulously, her red-rimmed eyes filled with doubt.
Edward gave her a lazy glance, not bothering to explain. Her passwords were just a few numbers repeated over and over; it was easy to guess.
Edward lowered his head and opened the exquisite lid of the box.
Neatly stacked photos were revealed in front of him.
It turned out the most precious thing Lady Stephens had hidden inside was a few yellowing photos.
Edward's gaze deepened.
It was as if he had personally opened Pandora's box, and the secrets that had been hidden for decades unfolded before him like this.
He bowed his head, looking over the photos one by one.
