The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret
Chapter 283 Unearthing Memories

No one would have guessed that Killian, a renowned figure in Saeville, found his moments of peace squatting in the storage room, dressed in casual clothes, sorting through mementos from the past. The storage room was quite large. Frey remembered visiting it once as a child. It spanned about 750 to 850 square feet and was filled with welded iron shelves and boxes piled high.

Frey realized she should be able to take these items. After all, the original auction only included the Gomez Mansion and valuable furniture, not the contents of the storage room. She tried to open the storage room door, but it was locked.

The lock was an old-fashioned one from decades ago, with an iron buckle and a small iron padlock, giving it a vintage look. Determined, Frey pulled at the lock, found a wrench from the toolbox in the nanny's room, and easily removed the iron padlock. She opened the door, closed it behind her, and switched on the light.

When her father designed the storage room, he included exhaust holes but no windows to prevent the contents from weathering.

As the light flickered on, Frey waved away the dust in front of her and walked through the rows of iron shelves. Finally, on the last row, she found some photo albums and stamp albums, all relics from decades ago.

She opened one of the photo albums and saw pictures of Killian's youth. A wave of nostalgia and pain hit her as she realized that the gentle person in the photos would never appear in her world again. As she was about to put the photo album back, something slipped out.

These old-fashioned photo albums had plastic pockets for inserting photos. Sometimes, people would insert multiple photos in one pocket, making them easy to overlook.

Holding the photo album upside down, Frey accidentally caused hidden photos to fall out.

She hurriedly picked them up, feeling a rush of blood to her head.

Among the photos were more than a dozen pictures of her father with Nathaniel's mother, Valeria.

These weren't just ordinary group photos. In every picture, the two were close, and in one, her father was holding Valeria like a princess under a cherry blossom tree. Charles' words echoed in Frey's ears. The person her father loved most was not her mother, nor her and her brother, but the woman in the photos.

Her face turned pale, and she tightly gripped the photos.

She quickly put them into her backpack but noticed there were lines of writing on the back.

Frey was drawn to the writing. It had been three years since her father died, and as his daughter, she was only now beginning to understand him. How absurd was that?

The words on the back of the photos were written by her father. Though the handwriting wasn't beautiful, it was neat.

Each sentence was a love poem. Frey felt a pang of sadness and didn't want to read them, feeling a deep sorrow for her mother.

As she was about to put the last few photos into her bag, she noticed that one photo didn't have a poem on the back. Instead, it had the word "revenge" written in large, red letters, as if in blood. Frey was startled. For her gentle father to write the word "revenge" in red seemed surreal.

She quickly turned over another photo.

In this one, her father and Valeria stood far apart, their relationship clearly strained. Valeria's eyes were red as if she had been crying.

Revenge?

According to Charles, her father and Valeria were a couple. Later, Valeria fell in love with Zander and abandoned her father.