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.”

“Yes. Your full name is Isabelle

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

but couldn’t quite put her finger

told her that it wasn’t her name. It felt like others had called her by another

where are we?” she

Island,” Caylie revealed as she cleaned the room. “Mr. Bridge bought this mansion so you can recuperate here in

I was involved in

reminded her of something. “Before I came

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

woman furrowed

her that Caylie’s replies were vague. “How did I get into a car

watering the plants on the balcony.

woman asked. She could sense Caylie’s reluctance even though she couldn’t

me not to tell you anything as 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 any inquiries can be directed toward him when he

minute or two before answering her

that Caylie dared not

residence, the nanny, Linda, and Sandy were taking care of the children. Concurrently, Alfred was sitting in the living room with his cane beside him, surrounded by the kids. He was holding a rattle drum in his hands and playing with the kids, trying to keep

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

that if he were to spread his palms apart, his sweaty palms would be plainly visible to

Robin, whose full name was Robin Yeast, took over his position. That day marked Robin’s first encounter

Faymon has been busy investigating Mrs. Faymon’s disappearance with

that, Linda and Sandy shared a solemn

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 being lost