Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 417 She Forgot Many Things

Staring into Nicole’s eyes, Betty began with a confused look, “Who are you?”

Nicole’s expression sank at the unexpected question as she hurried over to explain, “Ms. Betty, I’m Nicole! Nicole Anderson! Don’t you remember me?”

Confusion was written all over Betty’s face as she observed the young woman before her. Scratching her head in distress, she avoided Nicole’s gaze and looked at the ground as she thought, but failed to link the woman to any name in her memory.

At last, she shook her head and admitted, “I can’t remember. Who’s Nicole?”

A serious look emerged on Nicole’s face. I’m sure I have done a quick check on her and she’s supposed to be fine. What’s happening?

Remembering there was a note on the headboard, she ripped it off before presenting it to Betty and pointing at the content. “Ms. Betty, look. You’ve made a note of meeting me today.”

Even though Betty couldn’t remember Nicole, she recognized the writings on the note as hers.

everything, but the tingling pain in her head was restraining her from thinking soberly. Holding her head with a pained look,

in such a condition, so she comforted, “Ms. Betty, that’s enough. You don’t need to force yourself to

without warning as she struggled to recall her past. “I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything!

wasn’t a good time

in a soft tone to avoid tormenting the older woman’s mind. “Ms. Betty, you

to see Betty’s mind in a foggy state. A doubt suddenly occurred to her as she remembered that Betty was indeed forgetful

all of a sudden right after she was ready to tell Nicole something about Lydia. Something doesn’t add

with surveillance cameras. Nicole couldn’t

eyes and began to collect her thoughts. After a while, she opened them before turning to Nicole. This time, Nicole could see there was less confusion on her face as she swallowed in anticipation.

Betty, but she did not remind the latter that Madeline had passed away. Speaking in a gentle tone, Nicole suggested, “Ms. Betty, will you go home with us? Living in this place won’t

the young woman. Betty was a woman turning eighty soon and she had visible wrinkles on her face. Besides, her eyes weren’t shining with the hope to live anymore and were as lifeless as a pool of stagnant water

bother. I’m used to living here. Since I’m dying sooner or later, I would rather die in