Chapter 1213
Because of this, eighteen-year-old Hubert was totally floored when he found out that the person who'd been backing him all this time was actually Brooke. It was a lot to take in.
On his eighteenth birthday, which also happened to be the day he snagged a big award, he was on cloud nine. He couldn't wait to share the news and was eagerly looking forward to his birthday gift and letter.
But then, out of nowhere, he spotted Brooke backstage at the award ceremony.
Brooke looked nothing like she did on TV. With her white hair and simple dress, she was standing next to his mentor.
Hubert ducked out of sight immediately.
He overheard them talking as they walked by.
His mentor said, "Aren't you planning to meet Hubert? You've done so much for him over the years, and he's always wanted to meet you."
Brooke replied, "Let's hold off for now; there's plenty of time later."
Hubert couldn't quite remember what he was thinking at that moment. All he knew was that he bolted out.
A storm of emotions—anger, confusion, shame—raged inside him.
As soon as he got close to Brooke, her bodyguard had him pinned to the cold floor.
"Brooke, you murderer! Who wants your charity!" Hubert struggled and yelled, "Why did you kill my mom and dad!"
The scene turned into chaos.
The award ceremony got canceled.
That evening, in a luxurious apartment, Hubert had his first conversation with Brooke.
"First off, I need to clear my name. Your parents' deaths had nothing to do with me, even though your dad and I had our differences. But I watched him grow up and mentored him. I treated him like my own son. What kind of mother would kill her child over a disagreement?"
Hubert wasn't buying it.
"Here, everything related to your father." Brooke didn't waste more words. She pushed a small leather suitcase towards Hubert. "Technically, you should've gotten these a long time ago, but I selfishly waited until you were older and more mature."
"You still say you didn't kill my dad. If you didn't, why do you have his stuff?" Hubert slammed the table in anger.
Brooke looked at him and said, "Hubert, once you go through these, I believe you'll find the answer. Whether you want to find me afterward is up to you."
After she left, Hubert stared at the suitcase for a long time.
He had a good memory from a young age.
He recognized the suitcase.
The faded doodles on it were his, from when he was being a mischievous kid.
Aldrich and Rebecca didn't scold him.
Aldrich even lifted him high and said he had a talent for drawing and might become a great artist someday.
Hubert's eyes welled up with tears.
He reached out, took the suitcase, and opened it.
Inside were some documents, a key, and a few well-preserved memory cards.
Hubert remembered that Aldrich and Rebecca had a habit of recording with a camera while working.
He had seen Aldrich's explanation for this habit in the books Aldrich left behind: [Words can record events but rarely capture emotions.]
So Aldrich preferred to use images to document his work diary.
Hubert was smart.
He immediately guessed what those memory cards were.
Hubert took a long vacation.
He went back to the home where he had once lived with his parents.
To his grandparents, this place was a nightmare. They couldn't bear to sell it, but they never visited.
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