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.”

her, “Yes. Your full name

name sounded really familiar, but she wasn’t sure if that

but couldn’t

that it wasn’t her name. It felt like

are we?”

cleaned the room. “Mr. Bridge bought

yes. I was involved in a car

words reminded her of something. “Before

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 time, though, you’d live

furrowed her

were vague. “How did

on the balcony. She stiffened at the unexpected

asked. She could sense Caylie’s

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

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

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

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

them, he asked Robin, “How

but wring his hands together. He was acutely aware that if

was Robin Yeast, took over his position. That day

Mrs. Faymon’s disappearance with Mr. Xavier

Sandy shared a solemn

worry. She placed a hand over her chest, and her complexion appeared paler than before.