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

the woman repeated stiffly. The name sounded really familiar, but she wasn’t sure

tell that something was amiss but

It

where are we?” she

on Conch Island,” Caylie revealed as she cleaned the room. “Mr. Bridge bought this mansion so you

involved

of something. “Before I came

Mr. Bridge, of course. He has a lot of houses here. Usually, you’d reside wherever you like. Most of the time, though,

woman furrowed

her that Caylie’s replies were vague. “How did I

the balcony. She stiffened at the

Can’t you talk about it?” the woman asked. She could sense Caylie’s reluctance even though she couldn’t see

explained. She put down the watering can and returned

The woman realized Caylie would hesitate for a minute or two before answering her questions. It

believe that Caylie dared not reveal too much

room with his cane beside

played with them, he asked Robin, “How is Curtis doing

couldn’t help but wring his hands together. He was acutely aware that if he were to

in trouble, Robin, whose full name was Robin Yeast, took over his position. That day marked Robin’s first encounter with Alfred, so he felt

busy investigating Mrs. Faymon’s disappearance

Linda and Sandy shared

wonder if he’ll be able to locate her,” Linda said, her voice tinged with worry. She placed a hand over her chest, and her complexion appeared paler than before. The thought of Rayna