Jared was chilling with a bunch of young guys, puffing away at a cigarette.
Sharon was pouring him a drink.
She looked timid, fragile even.
Sharon's delicate features stirred up an instinctual desire to protect her.
Maybe that was the first time Jared met Sharon.
Agnes felt a weird sense of oppression in her heart.
Thinking about Jared standing up against Tim for this girl, Agnes couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
Agnes put away those photos.
She couldn't destroy them as she needed them as evidence, but she didn't want to keep them in sight either.
Agnes went to the study.
This used to be her father's study.
After Preston Pritchard passed away, everything in here remained untouched.
Agnes barely stepped foot in here.
This was where he spent most of his time when he was alive, practically glued to his study from dawn to dusk.
He would drink coffee, read and work in here.
Agnes stood at the door and could almost see her father's shadow.
When Preston was alive, Agnes always held a grudge against him, never willing to genuinely call him "Dad".
But after Preston passed, the loneliness and helplessness made her realize, family was the last refuge in this world. He may have wronged her mother, but he never did her any wrong.
Agnes sat at the desk where Preston used to sit.
She ran her fingers over the table, the cold sensation reminded her of her father's hand that she held tightly when he passed away.
Tears welled up in Agnes' eyes.
Eventually, Agnes opened one of the desk drawers and put those photos in.
Agnes was about to leave.
But seeing the mess in her father's desk drawer, she decided on a whim to tidy it up.
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