Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 464 Connor Stockert

What exactly was going on?

Who was this baby?

In the photo, the baby's face was so pale that as if she had no vital signs. Amber couldn't help

clenching her fist and her eyes were full of shock and confusion.

The date was the day when she was four month and five days' old, but the baby in the photo was not

her.

She hadn't seen the photos of herself in the first month or two after she was born but she had seen

what she looked like after that.

When she was four months old, she didn't look like this at all!

The baby in the photo was definitely not her.

But in this album, all the dates written down the photos were consistent, so were the looks of the baby

in different photos.

Let alone the first month, because you can't really tell the difference between babies in their first month.

From the second month onwards, the baby's appearance begins to differ.

And in the photos, the appearance of the four-month-and-five-day-old baby was similar to that of the

two-month-old baby.

In conclusion, this was not an album about how Amber had grown up, and the baby in the photo was

not her from the beginning.

That was why she didn't feel a connection to this baby.

But why, the birth date of this baby was the same as hers?

Amber bit her lower lip, feeling confused.

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the study.

Amber looked up and saw Cole standing outside the study, smiling at her, "Haven't you found the notes

yet? I have already made the beds."

"I have found it." Amber rubbed her brows and replied.

Cole blinked, "Then why didn't you come out? You don't look very well, what happened?"

He walked in.

Amber pursed her lips and replied, "I found an album."

"Then what?"

She squeezed the palm of her hand, "I thought the baby on the album was me, but in the end, it was

not."

"What do you mean?" Cole didn't understand.

Amber stood up, closed the album, opened it again, looked at the newborn baby in the photo, and

asked him, "Do you think this is me?"

Cole looked at it, then nodded, "Yes, there's your birth date below."

Amber said, "Yes, because of this date, I thought the baby was me, but turns out it's not."

"What?" Cole looked at the album page by page.

When he saw the photos of the baby's first month, the expression on his face didn't change much, but

when he turned to the second month, his brows furrowed, and then he turned the pages quicker and

quicker.

Seeing his actions, Amber knew that he clearly noticed the problem. She took a deep breath and

asked, "Do you still think this baby is me?"

"No, it's not you." He replied sternly, "I'm four years older than you. I know better than you what you

looked like when you were a child, I can't tell the details from the appearance of the baby in the first

month. But from the second month, I can see clearly that it is not you and I also know who she is."

"You know?" Amber looked at him in surprise.

Cole nodded and turned to one of the pictures when the baby was in the fourth month, "Actually, this

baby was the one I mistook as you. When I was four years old, I saw her for the first time in the Reed's

house. I have told you this before."

When he mentioned it, Amber remembered it instantly and nodded, "So this is the baby."

"Well, my mother said this baby belongs to some relatives of your family." Cole looked at the baby in

the photo.

Amber was still not relieved, "But why is her birth date the same as mine? And why does my

grandfather keep this baby's photo so cherished?"

Although the album was old, the photos in it had not even faded except for some yellowing, which

showed how well it was preserved.

If one hadn't taken special care if it, the photo would not look like this at all.

Cole shook his head, "I don't know about that, why don't you ask your grandfather?" He suggested.

Amber closed the photo album, "Okay, I'll ask him. Forget it. Let's go buy some fish first."

"Let's go." When it came to buying fish, Cole was immediately excited.

Amber put the album back in the drawer, smiled, and went out with him.

On the other side, at the Primary Medical Center.

Ben knocked on the door of Jared's ward.

In the ward, Jared was checking some documents. Hearing the sound, he spit out a word without

raising his head, "Come in."

Ben opened the door and went in, "Mr. Farrell."

"What's the matter?" Jared looked up at him, then put his eyes back on the document, and asked in a

low voice.

Ben came to the bed and said, "You asked me to check on Madam's former lover before her marriage

and I found something."

Hearing this, Jared jerked his head up, "What did you find?"

"Yes." Ben nodded, "This person is called Connor Stockert, and he is the head of the Stockert family in

Kongham."

"The Stockert family." Jared narrowed his eyes with a serious expression.

Although the Stockert family was not as powerful as the Farrell family, they were still a notable force in

Kongham.

Jared didn't expect that the man his mother loved was Connor Stockert.

"I remember he is married, right?" Jared asked with a grim face.

Assistant Zhang replied, "Yes, twenty years ago, he married the daughter of the Larson family, and it

was because of this that your mother committed suicide. They used to be a loving couple, but there

was a bad change in the Zachary family all of a sudden. At that time, Connor was not even a candidate

for the heir of the Stockert family and he could not help the Zachary family. Therefore, in the end, they NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

broke up and she got married to your father."

Speaking of which, Ben looked at Jared and said, "They have always been in contact after she got

married. Your father knew it and he didn't mind. Strangely, things about them are pretty much out there

on the table, so I could easily find out a lot of stuff, including that Connor has been waiting for your

mother to divorce. But after ten years when your mother finally could get a divorce, Connor suddenly

announced the news of marrying another woman."

"Then my mother committed suicide." Jared clenched his fists and said with a cold face.

Ben nodded, "Yes."

"Is it confirmed that Connor was the one that caused my father's death?" Jared looked at him.

This was what he wanted to know.

Ben shook his head pitifully, "Sorry, Mr. Farrell. Our investigation team went to the short-term rental

house to check on the fingerprints, but none of them belonged to Connor. We aren't sure that he was

the one who killed your father and plooted your car accident."