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.

was restraining her from thinking soberly. Holding her head with a pained

so she comforted, “Ms. Betty, that’s enough. You

to recall her past. “I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything!

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

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

state. A doubt suddenly occurred to her as she remembered that Betty was indeed forgetful before, but her state wasn’t as serious as what happened a moment ago, in which she

problem like memory loss happened to Betty all of a sudden right after she was ready to tell Nicole something

the facilities in the living district were outdated and it wasn’t even equipped with surveillance cameras. Nicole couldn’t even track the suspect’s movements around the area

her eyes and began to collect her thoughts. After a while, she opened them before turning to Nicole. This time, Nicole could see there was less confusion on her

passed away. Speaking in a gentle tone, Nicole suggested, “Ms. Betty, will you go home with us? Living in this place

voice, Betty turned to look at the young woman. Betty was a woman turning eighty soon and she had visible wrinkles on her face. Besides, her eyes weren’t shining with the hope to live anymore and

living here. Since I’m dying sooner or later, I would rather die in a familiar

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