Chapter 847

Mrs. Wright slowly opened her tired eyes and weakly looked at Brayden, "Sylvia... Sylvia... Monica, Monica..."

Her gaze had almost no focus, and she reached out with limp hands to tightly grasp Brayden's hand. She murmured softly, "Monica... you're Monica's..." "My Monica..."

Brayden was startled, "Mom, mom what's wrong? Who is your Monica?"

His heart suddenly tightened. Could it be that his mom had some romantic history before? Did she have a child out of wedlock? Or did he not know that his mom had another child before him? Maybe it was an older sister who died young.

Countless terrible and tragic thoughts flashed through Brayden's mind.

He couldn't help but imagine dozens of episodes of melodramatic TV dramas.

He even started to feel a little relieved that dad wasn't here ... if there really was some secret burden on Mom's shoulders, Dad would be so sad after being in love with Mom for a lifetime ... Fortunately it was him who heard this and not Dad.

Just as he let out a sigh of relief and his heart hadn't fully calmed down yet - what did he hear next?

"Monica, I miss you so much."

Jenna also froze, "Godmother, who is Monica?"

Mrs. Wright gradually regained consciousness while feeling dizzy. She stared at the ceiling above her head for quite some time before finally recovering herself.

She felt sore all over her body and her stomach churned uncomfortably; the discomfort almost made her nauseous but she held back.

Her headache throbbed painfully as she lifted up her heavy arm to gently press on the spot between her eyebrows.

Seeing Mrs. Wright's painful expression, Brayden quickly reached over to help massage the spot between her eyebrows, "Mom, do you have a headache?"

"Mmm..." Mrs. Wright sighed comfortably,"My whole body feels uncomfortable."

Hearing Mrs. Wright's response, Brayden confirmed that his mother was truly awake now. He cautiously glanced at her, "Mom, you were calling out for someone named Monica earlier. What happened?" "Monica..." Mrs. Wright's heart clenched painfully; the sensation surged through like a tornado once again. "She used to be my best friend."

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and tears slowly slid down from them into strands of hair along the sides of face.

why are you crying?" Jenna looked at Mrs. Wright's haggard and weak face with concern. "If you want to see her, I can help you call her and ask her to come visit

down her face like broken beads. "It's

She remembered everything now.

moment when Monica died

She was so young and full of life - how could she have

sobbed softly,

after hearing

Mother's friend?

Dead?

out that it wasn't just his imagination running wild - he finally understood

Brayden still felt heavy-hearted about bringing

main priority is to get better soon! If Monica has an afterlife in heaven, she would definitely want you to recover quickly too! When you're feeling better, we'll go together to

strength. "Jenna, you're right! You're absolutely right! I need to get better

again like a lake bursting its banks

everything else about them for many years? She tried hard but every time ended

finally falling asleep in exhaustion while Jenna tucked in Mrs. Wright

matter what happens, don't leave me, okay?" "Definitely!"

them didn't dare to speak too

eyes and fell

covered her with a thin blanket before

The next day.

snowflakes were falling from the sky as Sylvia brewed some soup and made a few small dishes to bring

her, looking at the snow outside. "We should also prepare for New Year soon. When Grandpa was

how they used to make dumplings together at their old

she said, "If you want dumplings tonight, then I'll make

as he gazed deeply into

reach out and hold onto her hand

room after parking their car outside, Brayden and Jenna were nowhere in sight while Mrs. Wright seemed like she had just woken

containers in hand before helping Mrs. Wright sit upright using both

supporting herself

who seemed unfamiliar yet familiar

seeing it for the first time ever. The way

toxins have invaded

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