Chapter 275 The Old Man's Death

• 'A letter for you, Ree. Love you as always, Sandra.' I realized it was a letter from my mother. However, the envelope seemed so old that it looked like it was written decades ago. The next second, I sat beside the bed and unwrapped the envelope before reading the content.
• '3rd February 1996.
• Dear Ree, it has been nine days since the day you were both. I wish you could know that you're precious little daughter for you have made me see the glimmer of light amidst the dark. I love you deeply, perhaps even more so than your father does, yet I cannot raise you by myself. Instead, I had to hand you over to your father, which I'm sorry about. Anyway, your father and I met each other in Bryxton. I can still remember it was a rainy day. When we first met, he was a cool guy who enjoyed picking on me sarcastically and giving me a silent treatment, but fortunately, I didn't let my ego get in my way as I tenaciously persisted, or we would have moved on in our separate ways long ago.