"Of course I brought it with me, but I have some questions that I want to ask you," I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I couldn't figure out what was nagging at me.
He nodded, "Feel free to ask!"
"The box that you auctioned off In Ucrebury was your grandfather's?"
He nodded.
I paused for a moment and said, "Did he always have it, or did someone else give it to him? Does Master Milton know a woman named Carol Reid?"
His face, which was originally smiling, suddenly became sullen. There was an indescribable coldness on his face. I couldn't help but rub my face and arms when I felt that the surrounding temperature drop.
I looked at him and asked carefully, "What's wrong?"
After a while, he calmed down, looked at me to ask, "Your grandmother's name is Carol Reid?"
I nodded. Remembering that he had been standing in front of grandma's grave back in Ucrebury, I couldn't help continuing, "Sebastian,
I've always felt as if you are deliberately trying to get close to me."
Originally, I thought he would deny it. I didn't expect him to look right at me and nod. Then, he said further, "Well, our first encounter wasn't in the cemetery, but in Jarold City. I noticed you then but you didn't."
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