Aaron Ray went back.
The bank people had long gone, leaving the villa garden empty. He circled to the back door, used the dim light to his advantage, and when there was no one guarding, climbed over by stacking a few bricks, then ran all the way to his grandfather's study.
The room was in disarray, with books piled up everywhere, clearly having been rifled through.
These were all ordinary books without any collectible value. At best, they could be sold at the used book market.
Aaron Ray found the few diaries of his grandfather, tucked them in his arms, and then left the Ray Residence under the gloomy sky.
When the woman called him Andrei, he was confused at first, but later recalled that it was his grandfather's personal name.
The older generation, if they were somewhat literate, tended to give themselves a personal name, but now people are accustomed to calling each other by their given names, and the personal names have long been forgotten.
