Chapter 189That afternoon, Nathan's car finally arrived in front of the Sebastian family mansion. The iron gate slowly opened as the car approached. Nathan and Elena had just returned from work. After visiting the place where Olivia had gone missing, they had gone straight to their respective offices.Elena, sitting in the passenger seat, looked tired, but the sight of the house brought her some relief.Inside the car, the sound of two small children crying filled the air.“Ellyn… Edward, hang in there, sweethearts. Mommy’s here,” said Elena in a panic as she unfastened her seatbelt and rushed to the back seat.Nathan quickly got out and opened the back door. Ellyn and Edward were crying in their nanny’s lap.“Nanny, what’s wrong with them?” Elena asked as she picked up Edward.“We don’t know, Ma’am, Sir. The twins have been fussy since earlier,” the nanny replied.Elena touched their foreheads. “They’re burning up! Oh no, their bodies are so warm. This is a fever!”“I’ll call the do
Chapter 188That morning, the sky was slightly overcast. Nathan drove slowly, following a small road toward the place where Olivia had disappeared. The atmosphere in the car was quiet, with only the sound of the air conditioner and the tires rolling over gravel filling the silence.Elena sat in the passenger seat, staring at the road that felt familiar.“This place... I feel like I’ve been here before,” Elena murmured softly.Nathan glanced at her briefly. “You have been here, Elena. Back then, we looked for Olivia together.”“When Olivia went missing, right?” Elena turned to him, seeking confirmation in Nathan’s expression.Nathan nodded slowly. “Yes. We used to come here often. At that time, you were pregnant with the twins, Ellyn and Edward.”Elena took a deep breath. “Even though I don’t remember it, I feel like I’ve been here. This place feels so familiar.”The car stopped at the side of the road. They got out, carrying a bouquet of white lilies and a small pack of incense sticks
The atmosphere in Cecilia's hospital room that morning was calm. The window curtains were half-open, allowing soft sunlight to gently pour in. Beside the bed, a young doctor was checking the graphs on the heart monitor, then noting something on his digital tablet.Hans and Nana stood by the bed. Their faces were tense, waiting for an explanation.“How is she, Doc?” Hans asked softly.The doctor lowered his stethoscope from his ears. “Medically, her condition is improving. All vital organs are stable, no new complications.” He took a breath. “But there’s one thing you both need to understand.”Nana held Cecilia’s hand. The girl sat weakly on the bed, looking at them with an empty gaze.“Your daughter has total amnesia. She doesn’t remember who she is, has no memory of her past, and she doesn’t even recognize her own name.”Nana immediately turned to Cecilia. “Sweetheart… you don’t remember anything at all?”Cecilia slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mama… I really don’t remember anythi
One month later. The atmosphere in the ICU that afternoon was quiet. Only the sound of the monitor and the ticking of the wall clock could be heard clearly. Behind the glass, little Cecilia’s frail body still lay on the white bed, IV tubes and a breathing machine still attached. But there was a blush of pink on her cheeks again—a sign she was starting to respond to the treatment.Nana sat in the waiting chair, clutching her small handbag. Her eyes were swollen, but they remained fixed on Cecilia.Hans stood beside the bed, gently stroking the child’s small hand. “Sweetheart... if you can hear Daddy’s voice, wake up, okay? We’re here. We miss your voice.”Nana wiped her tears. “She can definitely hear you, Hans. A strong child like her wouldn’t give up that easily.”Hans nodded. “I know.” He took a deep breath. “Even though she’s not our biological child, she’s already become a part of our lives.”Nana clasped her husband’s fingers. “I don’t care who her real parents are. What matters
The small café near the OKDA project site was quiet that afternoon. Soft jazz played; the air smelled of freshly ground coffee. Damian sat in a corner table. Across from him, Tamara opened her laptop and a stack of vendor files.“Sorry I’m late,” Tamara said as she sat. “The contractor sent a revised electrical layout.”“It’s fine.” Damian shut his phone. His smile was thin but relieved.Tamara glanced up. “What? Something wrong?”Damian hesitated, then said, “Elena went home to Nathan.”Tamara stopped typing. “Seriously?” Her eyes widened. “She really wants to go back to Nathan’s house?”Damian nodded. “Yeah. She still looks confused, but she chose to go home. Nathan looked happy when she came back.”Tamara’s hand covered her mouth—relieved and emotional. “Thank God. I was afraid you’d get stuck in that mess.”Damian met her eyes. “I’m not getting stuck. From the start I only wanted to help.”Tamara lowered her gaze, exhaling slowly. “I was just worried. Maybe because I already…” She
It was late. The bedroom light was dim. Ellyn and Edward lay sleeping in the twin bassinets beside the bed.Nathan sat at the edge of the mattress, his back against the headboard. Elena lay stretched out beside him, her upper body propped on pillows, hair loose around her shoulders. She glanced toward the bassinets, then back at Nathan.“I still can’t believe it,” she said quietly. “I honestly don’t remember anything about you, Nathan.”“It’s okay if you don’t remember yet,” he answered gently. “You don’t have to force it.”She drew a breath. “Yeah, but I do believe you’re my husband now. I don’t know when I married you… but relax, this time I’m not going to doubt you.”Emotion flickered across Nathan’s face; he almost lost it. “Thank you for believing me,” he whispered. “If you’re ready, I’ll tell you a little at a time. Not everything tonight—your head’s still healing.”Elena nodded. “Start with something easy.”Nathan gave a small smile. “The first time we met was at a party Damian