Chapter 210That night, Rebecca slept soundly after a whole day of preparing her belongings for her departure to the capital. Yet in her sleep, it was as if she was taken to a strange place, a vast white space without boundaries.From a distance, a girl walked closer. Her long hair flowed down, her face beautiful though pale. Rebecca’s eyes widened. She knew that face.“Ellya…?” Rebecca’s voice trembled.The girl gave a faint smile. “Yes, I am Ellya Sheinafia Crawley, the owner of the body you now occupy.”Rebecca fell silent. Her heart pounded heavily, not knowing what to say.Ellya stepped closer. “I know you are not me. I can feel another soul inside my body. And now, I want to speak to you.”Rebecca swallowed hard. “What do you want from me?”Ellya let out a long sigh, then gazed at Rebecca with sorrowful eyes. “I only want one thing. Please take care of my Daddy and Mommy. Don’t make them sad again. Let it be only me who has always disappointed them.”Rebecca was choked with emot
Meanwhile, Zasco stood before Rebecca’s grave, holding a single white lily in his hand.He lowered his head, staring at Rebecca’s name clearly engraved on the tombstone. His hand trembled slightly as he placed the flower down.“Rebecca… I never thought everything would happen this quickly,” he said softly. “I thought there was still time to talk to you, to get to know you better. Turns out, I was wrong.”He took a deep breath, holding back the tightness in his chest. Zasco was not a man who easily showed emotion, but this time it was hard for him to hide the feeling of loss.His assistant stood a few steps behind, waiting in silence until Zasco finally turned around.“Any news about the woman from that night?” Zasco asked directly, his voice flat yet sharp.The assistant lowered his head. “Not yet, Sir. We’re still tracing every possibility, but so far there has been no significant result.”Zasco frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the answer. “It’s been a month. A full month, and you
It had been a month since the tragedy. Samuel’s days were filled only with grief. His hair was slightly disheveled, a thin beard covered his face, and his eyes looked empty every time he stared ahead.In his study, several files piled up on the desk. But Samuel no longer touched them. Since the beginning of the month, he had handed Wilson Group over to Bani, his trusted man, and Castillo Corporation to Kevin, Rebecca’s personal assistant.“Bani understands better how to manage Wilson Group, and Kevin has long been familiar with Castillo Corp’s workflow,” Samuel said quietly when Sindy brought up the company. “I no longer have the spirit for it.”Sindy, who had begun to recover from her injuries from the accident, sat on the sofa. Her body still looked weak, but her face was starting to brighten. She looked at her brother, who continued to drown in sorrow.“Samuel,” Sindy called softly. “You can’t go on like this. You know, Rebecca would be very sad if she saw you now.”Samuel covered
Rebecca sat leaning against the headboard. Fatigue made her eyes heavy, but her mind only grew more active. The room was so quiet. No Catrine, no Louis, only herself with the confusion that still pierced. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “The accident, I remember everything. The car, the water, then darkness.” Her fingers gripped the blanket. “Why am I in someone else’s body now?” With trembling hands, Rebecca reached for the remote on the nightstand. She turned on the television, hoping there would be information that could answer her questions. The screen displayed the morning news. A female newscaster read with a calm voice: “Sad news still shrouds the Wilson family. The wife of young businessman, Mr. Samuel Wilson, was declared dead in the accident that occurred four days ago. Mr. Samuel’s mother, who was in the same vehicle, also could not be saved. Meanwhile, their son, Reno Barra Wilson, and Mr. Samuel’s younger sister, Sindy Wilson, remain in critical condi
Rebecca slowly opened her eyes. Her vision spun, and the unfamiliar room made her heartbeat quicken. The walls were decorated with cream wallpaper with golden carvings, silk curtains draped over the large windows, and a crystal chandelier hung overhead. Everything looked far too luxurious and unreal. “Samuel…?” her voice was hoarse. She tried to sit up, but her body felt weak. “Reno? Where are you?” The bedroom door suddenly opened. An elegant woman in a simple gown entered, followed by a man in a neat suit. The moment the woman saw Rebecca, she let out a small cry and rushed forward. “Ellya! Oh God, Ellya, you’re awake!” The woman hugged Rebecca tightly, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling. Rebecca was stunned. “E-excuse me, who are you? Don’t call me Ellya. I’m not Ellya.” The woman froze, then turned toward the man behind her in confusion. The man, called Louis, immediately stepped closer, trying to calm her. “Ellya, I’m your father. You’ve been asleep for so l
Samuel and Bani had arrived at the hospital. Samuel walked quickly, with Bani following behind. Several hospital staff bowed respectfully as they passed, as if they knew who they were accompanying. A police officer was already waiting in front of the morgue. His face was stiff, clearly carrying heavy news. “Mr. Samuel,” the officer greeted softly, “the body is ready to be shown. We ask you to prepare yourself.” Samuel immediately glared at him. “Open it now. I want to see. I want to make sure myself that it is not my wife.” Bani tried to hold Samuel’s arm. “Sir, please, take a breath first.” But Samuel brushed him off harshly. “I’m fine! Open it!” With heavy hearts, the staff pushed forward the gurney covered with a white cloth. Samuel stepped closer quickly, his heart pounding violently. The officer gave a signal, and the cloth was slowly pulled away. The unpleasant stench instantly hit the air. The body was bloated, skin peeling, the face almost unrecognizable. Sam