When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 907: Remembering a Daughter

The girl sitting on the bed looked towards the door, vaguely seeing the scenery outside.

There was a large courtyard, with pavilions and winding paths leading to secluded spots.

She thought to herself, this Xavier Family in Jadepoint... must be very wealthy, right? It looks like a prestigious family, and this mansion is also quite exquisite.

"May I ask..." She sat at the head of the bed, retracting her gaze, focusing on the old gentleman’s face, "Grandpa, why am I here?"

When their eyes t, the old man was montarily dazed; those eyes were so beautiful, black and bright like gemstones, filled with kindness and wisdom, just like his apprentice Faye Turner.

However, this face after recovery was even more radiant than Faye’s, possessing a pure, otherworldly beauty.

The old gentleman answered her question, "Two months ago, soone from this household went fishing and found you by the river. You were severely injured at that ti and have been receiving treatnt here using traditional Chinese dicine. Today, you finally woke up. Congratulations, young lady, on your rebirth."

She was shocked to hear this; found by the river?

And it was two months ago? Had she been in a coma for two months?

At that mont, Mrs. Xavier, dressed in a cheongsam, quickly walked over... She hadn’t even seen the girl who just woke up, but she couldn’t be happier.

Two maids followed alongside her, trotting along—

"Madam, but it seems she has amnesia, she can’t rember things from the past."

"Waking up is already the best outco, with Dr. Downey here, there’s nothing to fear. Everything can be cured, it’s just a matter of ti." Mrs. Xavier had complete faith in the old doctor.

Recalling when she was first brought back, she was on the brink of death, and even under the care of Divine Doctor Downey, it took a week for her to no longer be in life-threatening danger.

Surviving was a miracle, and waking up was an even greater miracle.

Mrs. Xavier and the maids entered the room together, seeing the girl sitting quietly at the head of the bed, her eyes as dark and bright as obsidian, her long hair smooth, and her skin after recovery was delicate and translucent.

She was a beautiful girl.

"You’ve woken up?" Mrs. Xavier ca to the bedside, her face full of joy, genuinely happy.

The girl turned her eyes, eting the middle-aged woman’s smiling gaze, and ti seed to stand still at that mont.

For so reason, a ray of sunshine seed to pierce into the girl’s heart, a sense of peace she didn’t have when she first woke up.

"Child, it’s good you’ve woken up; surviving such a hardship surely ans future blessings." Mrs. Veronica’s gaze was soft.

The girl ca back to her senses, judging from the middle-aged woman’s attire and deanor that she must be the mistress of the Xavier Family, right?

Consequently, her nose tingled with emotion, and she hurriedly threw off the covers to get out of bed. Before anyone could stop her, she bent her knees, weak yet sincerely kneeling before her—

"Thank you, madam, for saving my life." If not for her taking in, I might have already died, right?

Mrs. Xavier was touched, quickly bending down to help her up, "Child, stand up, stand up, there’s no need for such a grand gesture. You’ve just woken up and need plenty of rest, get back to bed."

She helped her up as tenderly as she would a daughter, along with the maids, and helped her back onto the bed.

"I heard you can’t rember things from the past?" Mrs. Xavier inquired, "Then do you rember your na? How should we address you?"

The girl sitting on the bed thought for a mont, then shook her head, "I only rember I have a daughter."

Hmm?

This piece of information left everyone stunned, as they looked at each other, wondering if this was a mix-up of past-life mories?

So young, where did the daughter co from?