Chapter 38

Lucille narrowed her eyes at Lila's words. Lila and Jane knew each other? She'd never heard her mother, Jane Monroe, mention anything about it, though.

Lila could tell from the look on Lucille's face that the latter remembered nothing about this. She said, "It's not surprising that you don't remember anything. You were only about two years old at the time."

Lucille didn't say anything. She genuinely didn't remember anything that had happened when she was two years old; she probably only knew how to sleep, eat, and cry at the time.

Lila pulled an old, yellowing photo album from the drawer beside her. It had been kept in James' suite all these years.

Lucille glanced at it curiously and asked, "What's this?"

Lila handed it to her. "Take a look for yourself."

Lucille took it. When she opened it, the first thing she saw was a chubby little naked boy. He looked adorable.

As she kept flipping through the album, the chubby little boy grew into a handsome little kid. His face became vag