Chapter 763

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"Headache? What do you mean?" Roseanne asked, puzzled. It was the first time she'd ever heard someone describe Madge that way.

Neely chuckled, "Oh, don't be fooled by your mom's calm and graceful demeanor now. Back in the day, she was a real wild one-climbing trees, fishing in the creek, you name it."

Roseanne's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really?"

Neely nodded, leaning in as if sharing a secret. "You know the long veranda at the Rodriguez Mansion? It originally didn't have any railings. They were added later."

"And that has something to do with my mom?" Roseanne asked, intrigued.

With a mischievous twinkle, Neely whispered, "They put them up to stop her from diving into the ornamental fish ponds to catch fish."

Roseanne was speechless. "You're kidding!"

"Surprised, aren't you?" Neely laughed.

Roseanne shook her head in amazement. "That's unbelievable."

"Wait till you see the photos. We've got plenty of evidence," Neely teased.

"Can we see them now?" Roseanne's excitement was palpable.

Neely nodded, and even the old man agreed with a chuckle, "Why not!"

The pair trotted up to the second floor, leaving Corley to wander back into the living room to find it empty.

"Grandma, where did Grandpa and Roseanne go?" he asked, poking his head into the kitchen.

Geneva looked up from her baking, "Weren't they just in the living room?" "Nope."

"Well, they must've gone off to explore. Don't worry about it. Aren't you supposed

to be working late at the office?" she reminded him.

Corley sighed, "Nah, I'm not that busy."

Geneva raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Then why did the office call the landline?"

Before Corley could respond, Neely and Roseanne returned, each clutching a photo album. Geneva joined them on the couch as they began flipping through the pages together.

"This one," Neely pointed out, "is your mom when she was just born, eight pounds of pure cuteness... And this one, when she was three, your great-aunt bought her her first pair of high heels... And here..."

From the moment Aberdeen was born, her parents had been capturing every milestone. The albums were a testament to her childhood, lovingly preserved.

After Aberdeen disappeared, the albums had remained untouched for over twenty years, serving as Geneva's bittersweet connection to her daughter.

"Oh wow," Roseanne exclaimed as they reached the last page. "What's this?"

Geneva chuckled, "You found it! That's a picture of you when you were little."

It was placed right next to a picture of Madge at the same age. Geneva traced her finger over the images, asking, "See the resemblance?"

Before returning from Pinehollow, Geneva had requested a childhood photo of Roseanne.

"You know, your mom had this little

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mole when she was young. It disappeared as she grew up. You have the same thing," Geneva said with a twinkle in her eye.

While everyone always said Roseanne resembled her father, Norris, today she saw just how much she took after her mom too.

"Grandma, can I have this photo?" Roseanne asked, hoping to keep a piece of her mom close.

"Of course, sweetheart." Geneva carefully removed the photo and watched as Roseanne tucked it safely into her bag.

"The weather's lovely today," Geneva suggested with a warm smile. "How about a walk in the garden?"