Chapter 167: Sigh

"Chloe Sullivan had contacted me through Trevor Sullivan on the phone, and I had people look into it," she said. "You might not be able to accept this at once."

"I understand." James Thompson's face was cold as he stood up, turning to leave the study.

The lights were on in the Thompson Family's back garden, even late at night.

The man sat on the swing, with the black sky above resembling the darkness of his current thoughts.

He lit a cigarette, holding it in the corner of his mouth.

Reaching into the inner pocket of his coat, he pulled out a small photograph.

In the photo, a girl held a book with both hands, puzzlingly drawing with a pen.

The weather on the day he took the picture was actually not good, a bit overcast.

He had always carried this picture with him.

Not until his cigarette had burned out did he put away the photo and stand up.

Chloe Sullivan was standing not far away.

Seeing that he was preparing to leave, she hurried over.

"Brother Thompson."