Chapter 417 She Forgot Many Things

 

Staring into Nicole’s eyes, Betty began with a confused look, “Who are you?”

 

Nicole’s expression sank at the unexpected question as she hurried over to explain, “Ms. Betty, I’m Nicole! Nicole Anderson! Don’t you remember me?”

 
 
 
 
 
 

Confusion was written all over Betty’s face as she observed the young woman before her. Scratching her head in distress, she avoided Nicole’s gaze and looked at the ground as she thought, but failed to link the woman to any name in her memory.

At last, she shook her head and admitted, “I can’t remember. Who’s Nicole?”

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A serious look emerged on Nicole’s face. I’m sure I have done a quick check on her and she’s supposed to be fine. What’s happening?

Remembering there was a note on the headboard, she ripped it off before presenting it to Betty and pointing at the content. “Ms. Betty, look. You’ve made a note of meeting me today.”

Even though Betty couldn’t remember Nicole, she recognized the writings on the note as hers.

elderly woman was trying to remember everything, but the tingling pain in her head was restraining her from thinking soberly. Holding her head with a pained look, she couldn’t help but

a condition, so she comforted, “Ms. Betty, that’s enough. You don’t need to force yourself

shook her head and the tears fell down her cheeks without warning as she struggled to recall her past. “I don’t

good time to discuss the matter they had talked about on the

spoke in a soft tone to avoid tormenting the older woman’s mind. “Ms. Betty, you should stop thinking about

to her as she remembered that Betty was indeed forgetful before, but her state wasn’t as

Betty all of a sudden right after she was ready to tell Nicole something about Lydia. Something

cameras. Nicole couldn’t even track the suspect’s movements around the area if there was

and began to collect her thoughts. After a while, she opened them before turning to Nicole. This time,

remind the latter that Madeline had passed away. Speaking in a gentle tone, Nicole suggested, “Ms. Betty, will you go home with us? Living in this

on her face. Besides, her eyes weren’t shining with the hope to live anymore

bother. I’m used to living here. Since I’m dying sooner

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