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.

was trying to remember everything, but the tingling pain in her head was restraining her from thinking soberly. Holding her head with a

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

good time to discuss the matter they had talked about

older woman’s mind. “Ms. Betty, you should stop thinking

her as she remembered that Betty was indeed forgetful before, but

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

wasn’t even equipped with surveillance cameras. Nicole couldn’t even track the suspect’s movements around the area

before turning to Nicole. This time, Nicole could see there was less confusion

nodded at 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 do

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

I’m dying sooner or later, I would