"Where are we heading to, Madam?" Alfred asked, looking at Arwen through the rearview mirror.

    Arwen glanced up at him and smiled. "We will be heading to Foster Mansion," she replied, and even though the mention of Foster Mansion made Alfred pause for a second, he didn''t question.

    Nodding to her politely, he started the car, driving in the said direction.

    Arwen remained seated behind when she heard her phone ring. Seeing it was Margaret calling, she picked up the call immediately answering it. "Aunt Margaret, did you find it?"

    Margaret paused —might be because she went straight to ask about the album, she had asked her to look into last time. But Arwen could control herself. Even though she hadn''t called again to inquire about it, she had never forgotten about it. She just didn''t want to sound desperate for it, but just now, she already gave herself away.

    "I am sorry," she apologized, biting her tonged softly. "I didn''t mean to rush you. It''s just that —"

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    "It''s fine. I understand, Ms. Arwen," Margaret said, gently brushing off the awkwardness. "I actually called you to tell you about the album itself. I found it in the store room."

    Arwen''s eyes sparkled. "You found it?"

    "Yes, it was on the shelf in the store room, but since there was a lot of stuff there, it took a while for us to find it," Margaret answered.

    Arwen didn''t know what was making her so happy. But she felt like she was about to find some answers she had been looking for a long time. "It''s fine, as long as you were able to find it," she said.

    "Yes," Margaret remarked before speaking again to ask. "I called to ask you that should I send the album to your place now, or will it be fine to send it tomorrow?"

    Arwen wanted to have that picture album in her hand right at that moment itself, but knowing that it wasn''t possible, she could only say, "It would be a trouble to send it today, so it''s fine if you send it tomorrow. I will send you the address."

    Arwen hugged her back and her lips curled up in a warm smile. "Aunt Beca, you always treated me as your daughter. How can I not visit you? Sorry if I ever made you doubt the respect I carry for you in my heart. You are and always be like a mother to me."

    She said and Beca pulled away to look at her and smile. "You never made me feel anything wrong, Arwen. You have always been on your best behaviour even when you weren''t supposed to be, dear."

    When Beca mentioned that she clearly meant the time when Ryan treated her unfairly. The time when Arwen came to her with the evidence of his betrayal ...

    Even at that time, Arwen had talked to her with respect. And that alone told a lot about how much she respected Beca.

    "You have always been fair, Arwen, even when others weren''t fair to you. So, don''t worry, I would have understood even if you would have refused to accept the invite," Beca stated.

    And for once Arwen felt like it would have been so good if her mother would have understood her this way as well ...

    She didn''t want to think of her, but standing in front of Beca, she couldn''t help but think of her.

    "You didn''t bring your husband along?" Beca suddenly asked, noticing that Arwen had come alone.

    And that question pulled, Arwen out of her thoughts. She blinked, before shaking her head in response. "Actually, he had agreed to come but then a sudden business trip happened, and he couldn''t make it back in time."

    Beca nodded in understanding. "It''s fine. You can always bring him the next time."

    Arwen nodded. "I will bring him once he is back. He—"

    Before she could complete her words, Ryan''s voice interrupted her.

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