Chapter 522

Anton and I arrived at his former home.

As he said, I lived with my grandmother at one end of the small town, and he lived with Reynaldo at the other end.

In front of me was a relatively new three-story attic with a small courtyard.

Reynaldo’s mother and Kimberly were supposed to still be living here. Before, they were just taken to Freybourne by Reynaldo not long ago.

Otherwise, the house wouldn’t be so new.

Anton pushed the door open.

I looked around.

The courtyard was well-kept, with traces of vegetables having been grown nearby. The flowers in the corner of the wall were still alive, with a few in bloom.

Anton looked around like me, and after a while, he chuckled lightly, with no emotion in his tone.

“I haven’t been back here for many years, and I didn’t expect it to still look the same, without any changes.”

“The old house after all carried some beautiful memories; when people are gone, many things are reluctant to move.”

Anton sneered, “If it weren’t for her, my father wouldn’t have died. Seeing things reminds me of people, but what moves me is only myself.”

Chapter 523

I looked at his back, feeling complex in my heart.

He poured out his hatred and accused me of forgetting him, and I did feel a little sorry for him in my heart.

From an emotional perspective, what I liked was Reynaldo. I hoped more that he could let go of his hatred, forgive Reynaldo’s mother, and become brothers with Reynaldo again.

However, my wish was almost impossible to achieve.

I hung my head in frustration and followed him into the house.

Anton took me directly to the third floor.

On the third floor, there are two rooms next to each other, with a balcony in front.

He pushed open one of the rooms and said, “I used to live here, Reynaldo lived next to me.”

After hearing that, I instinctively looked towards the room next to me.

Seeing that I didn’t go in with him, Anton couldn’t help but look back at me.

His gaze followed mine to Reynaldo’s room, and he chuckled, “What? Do you want to go see his room?”

I didn’t say anything.

Anton pursed his lips, then backed out and pushed open Reynaldo’s room.

Winter nights fall quickly, and the sky outside had already darkened.

As the door was pushed open, the room was dark.

Anton casually turned on the light.

I looked up and saw that the room was simple and clean.

The desk by the window was piled with books, and there was a small desk lamp on the table, creating a strong atmosphere of reading.

Reynaldo should have returned to the Humphrey’s house very early; he hadn’t been back here for many years.

However, the room was still very clean, with no dust at all.

I walked to the desk and casually flipped through it.

Reynaldo’s previous homework and notes instantly came into view.

The man’s handwriting has been very neat and clean since that time, with strong and vigorous strokes.

I looked at the chair in front of the table, and in my mind, the scene of the boy studying at the table involuntarily appeared, causing a slight smile to appear on my lips.

Anton’s voice suddenly brought me back to my senses.

“You used to come here to play with us as well, but back then you never went into his room.

Every time you came, you stayed in my room with me."

“Times have changed, and some things are just not the same anymore.”

In the end, Anton chuckled self-deprecatingly.