Chapter 244
For as long as Harold could remember, it seemed that the White family’s old house was always this quiet.
It didn’t matter whether it was day or night.
It seemed that only this kind of solemnity could maintain the glory that had been accumulated for hundreds of years.
Harold leaned against the side of the car and lit a cigarette with his eyes lowered. The azure flame burned in the night, lit up the chopped cigarette, and emitted a faint fragrance.
His long, slender joints were flushed by the cold wind. When the lighter was burning hot, he released his hand. The fire went out, and only the palace lamp hanging at the gate of the White family’s house was still flashing in the night.
“Have you ever heard about my mother?” Harold suddenly asked.
Luke was stunned and then said, “I’ve heard a little about her.”
Back then, the incident that had happened in the White family had gone too far. A lot of people were aware of it.
However, rumors could not be trusted. No one knew whether the rumors now were different from the truth of that year.
“I don’t remember her very well.” Harold spat out a mouthful of smoke. The tar and nicotine failed to soothe his lungs and emotions, so he frowned and put out the cigarette. He smiled and said, “There are always countless people who try their best to get into this profitable place. The White family is rich and powerful, standing in the highest place, but no one can see the dirt under the prosperous appearance.”
Luke paused and said, “That’s why you like Young Madam.”
At the mention of Crystal, Harold raised his eyebrows and said, “It’s a good thing that she didn’t grow up in the Evans family.”
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