Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 115:But Colton was just overthinking things; In fact, Allison didn't spare a moment to think about him or Melany.

After leaving the Lloyd estate, she drove directly to the nursing home at the top of the mountain where Kinslee was staying.

Their route detoured along a secluded and winding road.

The center was nestled in a picturesque mountaintop setting, famous for its pristine air.

With its entrance heavily guarded, Allison wasn't sure she could get in, but she thought she'd explore the area first.

His eyes fixed on the silver mask lying on the passenger seat, and his fingers tightened around the steering wheel as a small knot of nerves tightened in his chest.

But before he reached the top, a figure blocked his path in the narrow road.

He slammed on the brakes and his heart leaped into his throat as the car came to a screeching halt, nearly crashing into the shadowy figure.

Looking through the windshield, his eyes flickered in recognition.

KinsleeAllison had studied every detail of the Lloyd family, memorizing their faces, and it was impossible to mistake Kinslee's familiar features.

But something didn't add up.

Kinslee was there, dazed and confused, her words slurred and her expression unfocused.

She seemed to have wandered off on her own, as there were no caretakers or staff in sight.

She was crouched by the path, with a trowel in one hand and a wicker basket in the other, carefully picking some delicate wildflowers.

When Allison called her name again, she slowly stood up, blinking in confusion as she looked around.

halfway up the mountain, Allison said, getting

and the mountain, with its wildlife and rugged terrain, was not safe, especially for

me take

lap.

It's dangerous out here.

where Kinslee asked, her voice tinged with childish

are you? I don't

Allison's hand, her eyebrows furrowing as she

at Allison, eyes wide as

she pulled a flower out of her

Kinslee,

for a moment, her heart skipping a beat at the mention

was her mother's nickname, which she only shared with her

the mask she was holding, forcing her

You must be wrong.

Allison's voice was light,

is Lily now? Maybe I can help you

furrowed his eyebrows, confusion clouding

before suddenly snapping

pointed at Allison and giggled

childish.

lying! You're

leis for

over Allison, but she held onto

me…” Kinslee's words confirmed what Allison had begun to suspect: that woman had known her mother, probably

not now, not with the fragile Kinslee