Dear Sweetheart Chapter 626


    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 exined. 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 apany you on your stroll.”


    Hearing that, the woman blinked a few times. A brief silenceter, she asked, “When will he be back?”


    The maid thought over her question before ncing 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.


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    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 ss 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 ss before taking a careful sip. She then gulped down half the


    contents of the ss.


    The maid took the ss away from her after she was done. The woman ced 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.”


    Caylie told her, “Yes. Your full name is Isabelle Griffith.”


    “Isabelle Griffith,” the woman repeated stiffly. The name sounded really familiar, but she wasn’t sure if


    that was her name.


    She could tell that something was amiss but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.


    Something told her that it wasn’t her name. It felt like others had called her by another name.


    “Caylie, where are we?” she asked curiously.


    “We’re on Conch Ind,” Caylie revealed as she cleaned the room. “Mr. Bridge bought this mansion so


    you can recuperate here in peace.”


    Recuperate? Oh, yes. I was involved in a car ident previously.


    Caylie’s words reminded her of something. “Before I came here, where was I?”


    Hearing that, Caylie halted in her tracks 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 in Primrose Mansion.”


    The woman furrowed her brows.


    It was obvious even to her that Caylie’s replies were vague. “How did I get into a car ident, then?”


    Caylie was watering the nts on the balcony. She stiffened at the unexpected question.


    “What’s the matter? Can’t you talk about it?” the woman asked. She could sense Caylie’s reluctance


    even though she couldn’t see anything.


    “No. Mr. Bridge told me not to tell you anything as he doesn’t want to upset you,” Caylie exined. 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 returns.”


    “Oh, okay.” The woman realized Caylie would hesitate for a minute or two before answering her


    questions. It was clear Caylie was carefully formting her answer.


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


    Back at the Faymon residence, the nanny, 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 ying with the kids, trying to keep them entertained.


    As he yed with them, he asked Robin, “How is Curtis doing recently?”


    Robin was 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 inly visible to everyone.


    After Gabrielnded in trouble, Robin, whose full name was Robin Yeast, took over his position. That


    day marked Robin’s first encounter with Alfred, so he felt understandably anxious.


    “Mr. Faymon has been busy investigating Mrs. Faymon’s disappearance with Mr. Xavier and the rest,”


    Robin reported.


    Hearing that, Linda and Sandy shared a solemn look.


    “I wonder if he’ll be able to locate her,” Linda said, her voice tinged with worry. She ced a hand over


    her chest, and herplexion appeared paler than before. The thought of Rayna being lost and not


    being found was clearly taking a toll on Linda.


    Seeing that, Sandy patted her back reassuringly. “Don’t worry. Rayna’s smart, so she’ll be safe and


    sound no matter what.”


    One wasn’t dead until one’s body was discovered.


    The police couldn’t find Rayna’s body, so that meant she was still alive.


    Sandy and Alfred held that perspective, yet Linda was unable to remain calm as she was Rayna’s


    mother.


    Alfred didn’t have more questions, so Robin was about to leave when Alfred instructed, “If there are


    any new documents, bring them to me.”


    Robin was startled, but he quickly realized what Alfred wanted to do.


    Old Mr. Faymon wants to ease Mr. Faymon’s burden so he can focus on the search.


    “Father.” Sandy cast Alfred a worried look. “Your health…”


    Alfred gestured to Sandy to calm her down. “Don’t worry. I’ll just go over a few papers. It’s no big deal.


    Curtis needs to locate Rayna and manage the business. If I assist with work, he’ll have more time to


    search for her.”


    While the crisis at Faymon Group was significant, Alfred considered finding Rayna to be of utmost


    importance. “The children are young. I can’t let them experience what Curtis experienced.”


    Sandy felt a pang of guilt, regretting that she had not been a better mother to Curtis.


    She cast a look at the triplets sitting next to her. Yosef and Yelena seemed to be in a much better mood


    than they had been in recent days. Despite her siblings appearing happier, Xareni was more attuned to


    her surroundings and appeared to be more sensitive than her siblings.


    Xareni was still a young girl, but Sandy and Linda were both perceptive enough to sense that


    something was off about her. The change in her behavior was noticeable. She was quiet, which was


    unusual for her, and kept ncing toward the door as if waiting for someone to arrive.


    Upon returning home from workst night, Curtis embraced Xareni first as usual. However, Xareni


    seemed distracted, her attention drawn to the door as if she was expecting someone.


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