After careful consideration, she got up and followed him to the study room.

As she arrived at the door, she heard Heinz ask the butler, "What on earth is going on?"

The butler explained nervously, "It's all here, Mr. Heinz. Look at these photos. There are so many of them, and they're in every book. The more I cleaned up, the more fell out. There are more than 500 of these photos."

Heinz's eyes were filled with anger and he cursed, "D*mn it. She's haunting me. How did her photos appear in my room?"

"The books from the Hart Villa District are all here. We didn't pay attention to them when we were packing them up," the butler explained further. "We didn't dare to touch anything when it comes to your belongings."

"You should have checked them." Heinz was infuriated. If they had checked them in the first place, perhaps they would have found out. Then, he would have dealt with it so that Grace wouldn't come across them.

The butler also felt helpless. He lowered his head and asked, "What do we do about these photos?

How should we deal with them?"

Heinz's brows furrowed as he bellowed, "How else? Of course, we'll burn them!"

The butler was surprised. "Burn them? Are you sure?"

"What kind of question is that? Do you think I'm in the mood to joke around with you now?" Heinz was worried that Grace would be jealous. And if that happened, he was afraid that it would affect the fetus and her own health.

The butler nodded immediately. "But Mrs. Jones knows has already seen them. Should I inform her beforehand?"

Upon being reminded, Heinz was at a loss and felt incredibly frustrated. He frowned deeper and asked the butler, "Has she seen all of them?"

"No." The butler answered truthfully, "Mrs. Jones has only seen a small part of it. Should I tell her that I didn't replace anything else?"

"That is, of course." Heinz immediately ordered, "Tell Grace that there are no more photos, just those few that she found. Clean up all this garbage. Don't let her see them, or else she would feel bad."

"Got it!"

"Wait!" All of a sudden, Grace's voice came from the door.

She stepped into the room and gave Heinz a look.

What a b*stard. She couldn't believe that Heinz wanted to burn the photos and keep her in the dark about them, in fear of making her feel bad. He was a liar.

Heinz's body stiffened at her appearance. He turned around and looked at Grace with worry in his eyes, saying, "Grace, y- you... why are you here?"

"Mr. Jones, why are you stuttering?" Grace fixed her gaze on him and spoke unblinkingly, "I was here to check on how the butler has sorted out the photos when I heard you say that you were going to secretly burn them."

Startled, Heinz felt a little embarrassed. The shame of being caught red-handed rendered him speechless.

Meanwhile, Grace had walked up to the butler and glanced at the thick stack of over 500 photos in his hands. At this rate, it could measure up to several sets of books.

Grace took a closer look at the photos and her gaze turned colder.

The butler was so afraid that his hands were numb. He didn't dare to look at Grace, thus he looked at Heinz instead.

Heinz was frightened too. He looked at Grace worriedly and said in an attempt to please her, "Grace, please listen to me. I really don't know where these photos came from."

As soon as Grace heard this, she felt a ball of fire surging in her stomach.

When Heinz had told the butler to burn these photos, she felt that Heinz had a guilty conscience. She was not angry at first, but now she had become even more furious to hear his pathetic excuse.

"Heinz, you said that you don't know where these photos came from. Then, are you going to tell me that you have no idea what the photos are of either? Was it not you but a ghost who took photos with Jodie?" Grace's tone was much sharper as she voiced her questions, making Heinz break out in cold sweat.

Heinz quickly responded, "No, that's not what I meant. I was just saying that because I didn't want to keep these photos."

Jodie had been the one who placed the photos in the books. Further, he hadn't read these books for many years. However, Heinz knew that giving such explanations would only be making the situation worse. Grace wouldn't believe him.

At this point, Heinz incredibly exasperated.

Grace gave him another icy glare and said, "I do believe that you don't want to keep these photos." "You do?" Heinz looked at her doubtfully. His eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty. "Grace, do you really trust me?"

"Do you deserve to be trusted?" Grace retorted indifferently.

"I swear I didn't mean to lie to you." Heinz felt even more guilty by now.

"You finally admit that you were lying to me. Just now, you told the butler to deal with these photos behind my back and you wanted to burn the evidence," Grace uttered in a clipped tone. "Yet you're now saying that you didn't lie to me. From what I see, lying has probably become a habit of yours."

Feeling helpless, Heinz had no words to describe his grievance.

"Grace, hear me out. I didn't keep these photos."

Grace interrupted him coldly, "Then did those photos appear out of thin air? A few photos fell out of one of the books, so I took another, and there were more photos. I took another two books and even more fel out. Almost every book has them."

"Jodie was the one who put them in. It wasn't me," Heinz said quickly.

"That's also because you allowed Jodie to put them in. I don't believe that she could have done it by herself, she must have received your permission. Besides, she had put so many photos at once. Take a look at what kind of photos they are." Grace glanced at the butler and ordered, "Put all the photos on the desk. I want to look at them one by one."

Hearing this, Heinz immediately panicked. He quickly covered the photos with his hands and hurriedly said, "Don't look. I was wrong; it's all my fault. Don't look at them, okay?"

"I wasn't planning to, but seeing how agitated, flustered, and guilty you look, it has piqued my interest. I want to see them," Grace uttered with a smile. "Move your hands away."

"Grace, listen to me, I'm sorry." Heinz was truly afraid of provoking Grace. "It's my fault, it's all my fault."

"It is indeed your fault." Grace smirked and dragged her words out a little, saying, "So what? I never said it's not your fault. I just want to look at the photos. Are you going to let me look at them?"

Heinz fixed his stare on Grace. There was no warmth in her eyes, and she looked very calm. She only stared back at him, which made him feel extra guilty.

Heinz replied awkwardly. "I'm really embarrassed.

Grace, can you please not speak to me like this? I'm scared."

"You're scared?" Grace smiled gently. "I can't tell."

"Grace, please don't speak to me so mockingly..."

"Then why did you do this? There are so many photos. You wanted to burn and destroy them, and you think that I can pretend nothing has happened and play along with you. Am I right?" "T-Then, tell me how to deal with it. These are all things of the past, anyway. I know that you're a generous woman. I'll deal with it however you want me to, okay?"

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