My Second Husband novel Chapter 333

Kesha nodded her head vigorously. She thanked the heavens that she could finally breathe again.

She didn't dare to get close to Steven anymore. He was not in the mood to play around with her. Kesha left soon after.

Steven went straight back to the old mansion. At this moment, Bethany was planting flowers at home.

Ever since Amos left the company, Bethany had returned to her previous calm and casual self. She would do some gardening and take care of the children every day. She didn't look anxious at all.

When she saw Steven, she smiled and instructed the new housekeeper, who was standing behind her.

"I have prepared some soup earlier this morning. Get a bowl for Steven. It's nourishing."

Steven shook his head subconsciously and refused, "I'll pass!"

Bethany looked at him suspiciously. He explained hurriedly, "I... ate with Kesha outside just now, and I'm still feeling a little full."

Knowing that his parents might have been poisoned to death, he'd be a fool to consume anything that was offered by someone else now.

Bethany pursed her lips and said nothing else. "Well, you could have it later then. How's the company doing recently? Are you busy?"

Steven shook his head, "It's okay. Everything is going well."

"That's good. Amos is a very capable person. Since you have taken over the company, you would have to do better so that you could shut those directors' mouths up."

"Got it," Steven responded.

When she noticed him spacing out, Bethany said again, "Oh, by the way, I have nothing to do at home these days. I sorted out some of your parents' relics and put them in the living room of your parents' villa. If you are not busy today, do have a look at them. Just let the housekeeper know if there is anything that you wish to keep. Then, I'll have the rest cleaned up as soon as possible. Leaving these things scattered around the house would only remind you of their owner. It would be difficult to move on when you always look at the things from the past."

Bethany's considerate look brought a trace of warmth to Steven's heart.

"Okay! Thank you, Aunt Bethany."

Then, the housekeeper led Steven to his parents' villa.

There was indeed a pile of things in the living room. All of them were sorted out neatly. Some of the important things were all packed in the boxes carefully.

The housekeeper sighed emotionally, "The Madam had really put in a lot of effort to sort them out. She didn't allow us to interfere when she was sorting them out. She said that the Old Master was the closest to Master Harry when he was still alive. Now that the Old Master and Master Harry have passed away, she has to protect this family well. You mustn't be wronged as well."

Steven pursed his lips, "Aunt Bethany is truly considerate."

He went over and rummaged through his parents' relics in detail.

Although he had been abroad for many years, he could still remember every memory he had in this place.

He was born into the family and he grew up in this yard since he was a child. Everything here contained his precious memories.

At this moment, Steven saw a notebook in between the pile of items. He was startled, "Is this my father's diary?"

Harry had a habit of writing diaries, which he insisted on every day when he was very young. However, he started to slowly grow out of this habit as he grew up.

The housekeeper shook his head, "We don't know about this either. The Madam said that we are only allowed to sort out the items here. We are prohibited from flipping through them. It is a kind of respect for the dead. However, there are really many books like this one here."

He then picked up a few more identical books and placed them before Steven.

"Look..." Steven picked it up and flipped through it a few times. It was indeed his father's diary.

He turned to the last page, which recorded the night before his father's death.