"The year I left, your grandfather's company started to prosper, and your dad was still young..."
Mr. Newman reflected nostalgically on the past.
He had lived away from his hometown for decades, moving from place to place, occasionally sending letters to Mr. Allison to ease his homesickness.
Over the years, he had stayed the longest at the Nash Family Manor in Crane City, but later, due to tourism development bringing in many strangers, he had to leave.
Charlotte patiently and attentively listened, seeking useful information from his words.
After expressing his feelings, Mr. Newman slowly calmed himself.
In all these years, rarely had anyone been able to talk with him about these things and let him speak these words.
Mr. Newman composed himself: "Little girl, let's get to the point."
Mr. Newman took off the wrapped item he had been carrying on his back and placed it on the table. Unwrapping layer by layer, he revealed the contents within.
