Heinz Jones snorted. She was upset at him and even gave him such a forced smile. His eyes twitched and became colder. He said gloomily, "You don't like to smile at me, but you smiled very brightly at other men. In that case, why did you give up on that man?"
"What do you mean?" Grace Smith looked at him in surprise. "Can you stop saying weird things?"
Heinz threw the bag in his hand and it fell on the bed with a loud thud.
She was stunned and asked in confusion, "What's this?"
Heinz narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "See for yourself."
Grace took the bag and opened it. It looked a little familiar. "Hey, isn't this my photo album?"
"If I remember correctly, this album was from a long time ago, I kept it in my room in my family home. Why does Heinz have it with him?"
She looked at Heinz in confusion. His face was gloomy, as though someone had just struck a nerve.
Suddenly Grace understood everything that was happening.