Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 913 - Her Mom is Really Beautiful

Chapter 913: Chapter 913: Her Mom is Really Beautiful

Chapter 913 -913: Her Mom is Really Beautiful

By that, she felt reassured.

She remembered how the little girl used to love sitting at the door, peeling beans with her while listening to her stories.

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Now thinking about it, she was moved to tears.

Indeed, it was a matter that evoked deep emotions.

It was a pity that Xiao Ya was in a hurry, otherwise, she really wanted to chat with her.

“Jasmine, stay a few more days in Willow Wave City next time, Grandma Connor misses you a lot,” Grandma Connor said as she walked.

“Okay, Grandma Connor, next time I come, I’ll help you peel beans,” Jasmine Yale stood at the door.

Grandma Connor’s house was still the same, with both her son and daughter living elsewhere, leaving her alone, which was quite bleak.

“Next time bring the baby, and a handsome husband too,” Grandma Connor laughed, “bring the whole family over.”

“Sure,” Jasmine Yale smiled and agreed.

Grandma Connor rummaged around the house, muttering to herself, “Where did I put it? I’m getting old, my memory isn’t what it used to be. Your mother’s notebook was very pretty, it had a few photos in it, including from when you were little.”

“I had many photos taken when I was a child, but they seem to have all disappeared,” Jasmine Yale remarked.

“Yes, they probably got tossed by Nancy Emmett.”

Grandma Connor continued to search the trunk.

After a long search, she finally found Yana’s belongings at the bottom of the trunk.

“Oh my, I finally found them, thankfully, thankfully, they weren’t thrown out by my son. He always says I hold onto the past too much, this I can’t throw away, that I can’t discard,” Grandma Connor, holding the notebook, came over happily, “Here, girl, your mother’s things are yours now, it’s great that you finally came back.”

Jasmine Yale bowed her head to receive it.

It was a yellowed notebook.

Its cover had a fresh print but was aged with time.

She had seen this notebook before; it was always stored together with her mother’s easel and paintbrushes.

Jasmine Yale opened it, the pages had all yellowed, and the ink from the fountain pen was blurred, barely legible.

It didn’t contain much writing, most of it was still blank pages.

The notebook indeed had a few photos tucked inside, including a black and white ID photo of her mother and pictures of her taken when she was five or six years old.

Memories flooded in like the tide.

Jasmine Yale’s face bore an expression that couldn’t settle down, like surging waves.

Her mother was really pretty, with an oval face, willow leaf eyebrows, and when she smiled, two faint dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.

“Jasmine, you and Yana look so alike, and now looking at the photos, even more so,” Grandma Connor remarked emotionally, “Take the notebook with you, I haven’t been able to keep much else for you.”

“Thank you, Grandma Connor,” Jasmine Yale was truly grateful.

Another notebook could harbor her longing.

She remembered that there used to be a thick photo album at home, filled with many photos.

Unfortunately, the album was nowhere to be found.

If only the album was still here, how wonderful that would be.

“Don’t thank me, it’s rightfully yours.”

“Grandma Connor, thank you, I’ll come to see you again next time. I have to go now, thank you,” Jasmine Yale kept expressing her gratitude.

“The little girl is too polite, if you’re in a hurry, I won’t keep you,” Grandma Connor was quite reluctant.

Fifteen years later, she hadn’t expected to see Jasmine Yale again.

If Yana were alive, she certainly wouldn’t have allowed Jasmine Yale to wander outside.

They say stepmothers are heartless, and it turned out to be true.

Jasmine Yale’s stepmother was exactly like the fierce Nancy Emmett.

Jasmine Yale waved goodbye to Grandma Connor again, opened her umbrella, and walked into the rain.

The continuous fine rain fell, landing on her umbrella.

The wind blew, and the cool raindrops brushed against her, causing her to clutch her arms a little tighter.