When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 927: Love Cannot Be Forgotten

So courtyards are clearly foreign at first glance, their architecture very much in the European style... Moreover, as she kept flipping through, she noticed that many of these foreign yards had camphor trees of varying sizes.

She took a deep breath, feeling dizzy from looking at them.

The courtyard in her mory was local, but she couldn’t clearly recall the shape of the building. It was an old house with a lot of character, and she could only rely on her instincts to find it.

After an hour of searching, she felt even more lost, ultimately unable to find the camphor tree and yard in her mory.

She thought too much, making the images in her mory a bit fuzzy.

She stood up, took a sip of water, and checked the news on her phone for a while, trying to absorb sothing from the outside world. She inadvertently saw the news about Mrs. Lancaster from Argent, who had gone missing after falling into the water...

She stared at the detailed words of the missing person notice and the large-scale rescue images, her heart montarily halting.

Scrolling down, she glanced at the tiline, which nearly coincided with the ti when she fell into the water...

Oh my God, could she be Mrs. Lancaster??

Gia had a mont of disorientation, slowly sitting down in the chair, her gaze still fixed on the phone screen, where there was a photo of Mrs. Lancaster in the news.

She was young, lively, gentle, and beautiful.

"Faye Turner?" She muttered this na, which felt very unfamiliar...

As the news scrolled further, below were many other related posts, also about young won who had fallen into the water and gone missing, with others searching for them...

They were called by different nas and had different appearances, vanished.

There were more than 100,000 views on these similar news stories, and there were dozens of them...

In an instant, Gia dismissed the notion that she might be Mrs. Lancaster, thinking how nice it would be; everyone dreams of being Mrs. Lancaster, who wouldn’t?

The news ntioned that now plenty of won were rushing to get close to President Lancaster, and that forr secretary Ivy Jennings had also returned...

Has everyone tacitly agreed that Mrs. Lancaster, Faye Turner, isn’t coming back?

Indeed, after two months of searching, there was still no trace.

Could it be that she never fell into the water at all? Maybe she encountered an enemy? The wealth of nobility is like a deep sea.

Seeing all the news about young won falling into the water, Gia began to speculate: which one is related to her?

She couldn’t possibly go asking each family, after all, her appearance had changed, and even her voice had altered... She didn’t want to bother The Xavier Family either.

The only thing she could do now was cooperate with Old Mr. Downey, take her dicine properly, and quickly recover her mory.

At night, Gia lay on her side in bed, involuntarily thinking of another mory; she rembered having a daughter.

The daughter was very small; her appearance was unclear, but she seed to be less than a year old.

She wondered if this was a mory from a past life. After all, with a head injury, many things from other dinsions couldn’t be scientifically explained.

Lightly stroking her abdon, Gia often pondered whether a small life had really been conceived in this small house.

But she was still so young... she probably hadn’t been married, had she?

Who exactly is she?

This was the most troubling question for her at the mont, but she knew she couldn’t rush things. Everything had to be taken slowly, so in front of the old gentleman and The Xavier Family, she always maintained a composure.

With a hint of anxiety, she closed her eyes, and in the night’s dream, she saw her daughter...

"Mommy, mommy..."

The sweet, charming voice lted her heart.

In the dream, she held her daughter, cooling off under the camphor tree, with a table of fruit and tea beside them.

In the dream, she was so happy, with no worries, as if even the air was sweet.

On the sa night, in Argent, at The Lockwood Villa.

In the warmly and luxuriously decorated master bedroom, the light was dim and hazy, with the main light turned off.

Adrian Lancaster, dressed in casual ho wear, bent his noble body and gently laid his sleeping daughter on the soft, large bed.

Then he covered her with a small blanket and placed a shallow, affectionate kiss on her forehead.

All his love for his wife was entrusted to their daughter.