As soon as Baron left, Mary came out of the stairway. When Albert saw her, a shadow flitted over his face. But he didn't say anything. He just lit a cigar silently and inhaled slowly.
"Albert, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation. I just heard Baron mention the past when I went downstairs." Mary rubbed her hands and said, "Actually, I know it. It was a call from Charlotte and she sent the photos. As you know, Charlotte has always been…" She stopped deliberately, and the rest of the words were self-evident.
Albert shook his hand and said, "Forget it. Let bygones be bygones." Time couldn't flow. If one missed it, then he would miss it.
"Yes, Charlotte has lost her memory. She doesn't remember what happened in the past. That's good, or we can't get along with each other at all." Mary sighed heavily.
