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.

pain in her head was restraining her from thinking soberly. Holding her head

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

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

now wasn’t a good time to discuss the

older woman’s mind. “Ms. Betty,

her as she remembered that Betty was indeed forgetful before, but her state wasn’t as serious as what happened a moment ago, in which she had

of a sudden right after

district were outdated and it wasn’t even equipped with surveillance cameras. Nicole couldn’t even track the suspect’s movements around the area if there was

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

passed away. Speaking in a gentle tone, Nicole suggested, “Ms.

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

I’m used to living here. Since I’m dying sooner or later, I would