"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."
He looked down at the box in his hands and examined it carefully. Then, he raised his eyebrows, looked at me and said, "I don't know much about your grandmother. I'm just curious about the box. Hendrix doesn't know that you're giving the box to me, does he?"
I shook my head and replied, "He knows about this!"
He frowned slightly and asked incredulously, "He didn't say anything about it?"
I shook my head in confusion. "What's the matter? Is there something wrong with that?"
He shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything else.
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