When I sent a message to Tracy, I saw Seth's profile picture of his Facebook account again.
He used a photo of his as the profile picture.
I had never seen the profile photo of his Facebook account carefully before.
I clicked open the picture, enlargzing it.
Only then did I realize that it was a photo of his when he was in college.
Wearing a clean white t-shirt and jeans, he stood at the gate of the college.
I found his outfit somewhat familiar when I looked at the picture.
Looking at the photo carefully, I remembered that I seemed to have taken such a photo for him.
We didn't know each other back then.
He stopped me at the school and said, "Hi, can you help me take a photo?"
At that time, Seth was already an influential figure in our department, who could be said to be a charming prince.
I recognized him at a glance and agreed
without hesitation.
After that day, we exchanged our Facebook accounts with each other.
I clicked open the dialog box where there were seven or eight voice messages from him.
I didn't have the courage to click them open again.
I was afraid to hear his voice.
It was as if I were fleeing from something.
I clicked on his Facebook posts.
The first one was posted by his parents on his behalf a few days ago.
Another one was posted four or five months ago.
It was the New Year Holiday.
He secretly took a photo of me from somewhere and attached it with a line of words, which read, "I hope I can accompany you every year in such a way in the future."
When I was reading Seth's Facebook posts in a daze, a phone call suddenly came in.
I took a quick glance at the caller ID, which showed that the caller was Tracy.
Organizing my mood, I picked up the call.
"Charlotte Archer, what do you mean? You were following me, weren't you? Why did you have the right to eavesdrop on my call?"
The moment I picked up the phone, Tracy's voice came over the phone, which sounded very harsh.
I took the cell phone far away, wiped my ears with my hand, and turned on the speaker mode. After that, I said calmly, "Did I follow you? I just happened to hear your call."
"Pooh! Was it such acoincidence? What a coincidence!"
"It doesn't matter to me whether you believe my words or not."
I sat on the sofa and put my cell phone on my lap, feeling at ease.
Anyway, it wasnt me who should be anxious.
Tracy didn't speak for a long time over the phone. And I could hear the breathing sound coming from the phone.
It was estimated that she was so angry when she saw the video sent by me.
About 30 seconds later, she said, "Tell me, what do you want?"
"Let's make a deal first. I don't have money." As soon as I opened my mouth, I was interrupted by her. And she said, "Now you know the situation of Archer's Group as well. My brother and I are both in debt."
"So you all look forward to Grandmother's death so that you can use her inheritance to pay off the debt, right?"
I said flatly.
I seemed to understand why they were all looking forward to Rosy's death.
"... No, no!" Tracy hurriedly explained, "After all, she's your grandmother and my mother. I don't want her to die either. But she's already brain-dead! We can't do anything about it!"
As she spoke, her voice seemed to indicate that she was crying.
As for whether she was crying for real or not...
I had no idea about it.
"Oh..." I said meaningfully, "Don't worry. I'm not asking you for money."
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