NovelOnline"Hear this—does it sound OK?" Arabella handed each of them a pair of earphones.
Chasel didn't quite get why his sister was suddenly extracting Erik's voice, but as he listened to sof the auclips, he nodded
in approval, "That's his voice, exactly. You've even filtered out the background noise. It's like he's right here with us."
Comforted by Chasel's confirmation, Arabella said, "Great, I'll go check out the room Erik stayed in before, see if he left any clues.
You guys catch up."
She collected the earphones and was gone in a flash.
Sean didn't even get a chance to say a word to her before she left.
No wonder the other brothers were so eager to get hfirst, to spend twith their sister.It seemed the only way to get some
quality twith her was to beat the clock.
The more people there were, the less tshe had for each of them.
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He suddenly missed the days when it was just the two of them.
"What's up with Erik?" Chasel asked in a low voice once Arabella had left.
Hans had already shown him the surveillance footage from the abandoned building, and although he knew Erik was Serena's
biological father, he had no idea about what happened after that.
Sean, still feeling the sting of being overlooked by his sister, answered Chasel's question with a hint of resignation, detailing the
entire situation.
Chasel finally understood that Arabella was setting a trap, waiting for the mastermind to walk right into it.
"I'm gonna head upstairs to change," Chasel said, seeing Arabella wouldn't be back for a while, intending to slip into something
more comfortable, like the hattire.
His sister had designed that loungewear for him, which was no less stylish than the outfit Sean was wearing.
Once Chasel left, Sean felt even more bored, so he went to his room to fire up the computer and get swork done. But as he
stepped in, his eyes fell on the sunflower field painting that Serena had given him.
It was a warm and vibrant oil painting.
Without a second thought, Sean took it down and disposed of it in the trash can, along with all the other gifts from Serena: a
vintage ornament, a fancy watch, a lighter, camping gear, rock climbing equipment, and more.
A servant, alerted by the noise, thought something was wrong and hurried over to check.
Sean's door was open, and the servant saw all the items related to Serena being discarded without a second thought.
Sean used to cherish these gifts, once throwing a fit when a servant accidentally broke a ceramic cup Serena had made for him.
Who would have thought these treasures would one day be junk.
"Take out the trash." Sean ordered.
"Yes, sir," the servant quickly complied, taking the discarded memories away.
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With all traces of Serena gone, Sean's room finally felt right again.
Meanwhile.
After changing into his loungewear, Chasel's gaze inadvertently caught the razor, men's cologne, and skincare products on his
dresser, all gifts from Serena last year.
He had been so happy to receive them that he hardly ever used them, wanting to keep them pristine.
Besides these, there was a photo in his bookcase of him and Serena, taken just after she won first place at a piano competition last
year. They were at the venue, her holding the trophy and his hands.
Serena looked absolutely radiant with joy in that photo, her eyes filled with a happy glow.
Chasel then pulled out a thick photo album from the bookcase, filled with family pictures from over the years, many of them
featuring Serena.
There were pictures of the two of them as kids, chasing each other around, riding bikes, having fun at thparks.
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