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

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

that something was amiss but

name. It felt like others had

are we?” she asked

the room. “Mr. Bridge bought

involved in a car accident

her of something. “Before I came here,

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 time, though, you’d live in

woman furrowed her

even to her that Caylie’s replies were vague. “How did I get into

plants on the balcony. She stiffened at the unexpected

about it?” the woman asked. She could

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

Caylie would hesitate for a minute or two before answering her questions. It was clear

chose to believe that Caylie dared not reveal too much or was wary of

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

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

filled with nervousness and couldn’t help but wring his hands together. He was acutely aware that if he were to spread his palms apart, his sweaty palms would be plainly visible to

Yeast, took over his position. That day marked Robin’s first

investigating Mrs. Faymon’s disappearance with Mr. Xavier and the

Sandy

and her