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.

up the mountain, Allison said,

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

let me take you

lap.

It's dangerous out here.

where Kinslee asked, her voice tinged with childish

are you? I don't know

you know my name? She held onto Allison's hand, her eyebrows furrowing as she struggled to

he stopped and stared at Allison, eyes wide as if some

without warning, she pulled a flower out of her basket

know you! declared Kinslee, clapping her

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

her mother's nickname, which she only shared

shudder, but she quickly tightened the mask she was holding,

You must be wrong.

Could Be Like Allison's voice was

Maybe I can help you

eyebrows, confusion clouding

don't know, he muttered hesitantly before

pointed at Allison and giggled

childish.

lying! You're

made leis for you

over Allison, but she held onto Kinslee's

confirmed what Allison had begun to suspect: that woman had

she couldn't push too hard, not now, not with the fragile