Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 626

“But your eyes have yet to recover. The wind is strong today, so you might catch a cold if you were to head out today,” the maid explained. After pondering for a few moments, she suggested, “If you really want to take a walk, why not wait for Mr. Bridge to return? He can accompany you on your stroll.”

Hearing that, the woman blinked a few times. A brief silence later, she asked, “When will he be back?”

The maid thought over her question before glancing at her watch. “He’s usually back by five-thirty. You’ll have to wait two hours more.”

“Mm. I’ll wait, then.” The woman bobbed her head obediently, but her right hand slowly tightened into a fist.

I’ve been conscious for three days now, but I still don’t know where I am. My memory is also blurry and fragmented. I can only recall some bits and pieces from before the car crash, some vague images, and some words that were spoken to me.

She held the maid’s hand. “I feel a little thirsty.”

“Oh, let me get you some water.” The maid helped her sit down on the couch before leaving her room to get her a jug of water. Upon her return, she filled a glass of warm water and put it in the woman’s hands. “Here you go, Ms. Griffith. Be careful not to spill it.”

The woman reached out to grasp the glass before taking a careful sip. She then gulped down half the contents of the glass.

The maid took the glass away from her after she was done. The woman placed her hands on her legs and said, “I still don’t know your name.”

“My name is Caylie Mitchell,” the maid replied.

The woman repeated, “Caylie Mitchell. That’s a pretty name.”

“My mother gave me the name,” Caylie said, delighted to hear her name being praised. She added, “Ms. Griffith, you have a pretty name, too.”

“My name?” The woman fell silent momentarily. She racked her brain but could only remember someone calling her “Belle.”

told her, “Yes. Your full name is Isabelle

sounded really familiar, but she

tell that something was amiss but couldn’t quite put her

told her that it wasn’t her name. It felt

we?”

Caylie revealed as she cleaned the room. “Mr. Bridge bought this mansion so you

Oh, yes. I was involved

“Before I came here, where

that, Caylie halted in her tracks and turned over to look at her. “You lived with Mr. Bridge, of course. He has a lot of houses here. Usually, you’d reside wherever you like. Most of the

woman furrowed

replies were vague. “How did I get

on the balcony. She stiffened at

the woman asked. She could

he doesn’t want to upset you,” Caylie explained. She put down the watering can and returned to the room. “Mr. Bridge instructed me to pass along the message that

for a minute or two before answering her questions. It was clear Caylie was carefully formulating

that Caylie dared not reveal too much or

of the children. Concurrently, Alfred was sitting in the living room with his cane beside him,

them, he asked Robin, “How

help but wring his hands together. He was acutely aware that if he were to spread his palms

over his position. That day marked Robin’s first encounter with

Mrs. Faymon’s disappearance with

Sandy shared a

and her complexion appeared paler than before. The