When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 907: Remembering a Daughter

The girl sitting on the bed looked towards the door, vaguely seeing the scenery outside.

There was a large courtyard, with pavilions and winding paths leading to secluded spots.

She thought to herself, this Xavier Family in Jadepoint... must be very wealthy, right? It looks like a prestigious family, and this mansion is also quite exquisite.

"May I ask..." She sat at the head of the bed, retracting her gaze, focusing on the old gentleman’s face, "Grandpa, why am I here?"

When their eyes met, the old man was momentarily dazed; those eyes were so beautiful, black and bright like gemstones, filled with kindness and wisdom, just like his apprentice Faye Turner.

However, this face after recovery was even more radiant than Faye’s, possessing a pure, otherworldly beauty.

The old gentleman answered her question, "Two months ago, someone from this household went fishing and found you by the river. You were severely injured at that time and have been receiving treatment here using traditional Chinese medicine. Today, you finally woke up. Congratulations, young lady, on your rebirth."

She was shocked to hear this; found by the river?

And it was two months ago? Had she been in a coma for two months?

At that moment, Mrs. Xavier, dressed in a cheongsam, quickly walked over... She hadn’t even seen the girl who just woke up, but she couldn’t be happier.

Two maids followed alongside her, trotting along—

"Madam, but it seems she has amnesia, she can’t remember things from the past."

"Waking up is already the best outcome, with Dr. Downey here, there’s nothing to fear. Everything can be cured, it’s just a matter of time." Mrs. Xavier had complete faith in the old doctor.

Recalling when she was first brought back, she was on the brink of death, and even under the care of Divine Doctor Downey, it took a week for her to no longer be in life-threatening danger.

Surviving was a miracle, and waking up was an even greater miracle.

Mrs. Xavier and the maids entered the room together, seeing the girl sitting quietly at the head of the bed, her eyes as dark and bright as obsidian, her long hair smooth, and her skin after recovery was delicate and translucent.

She was a beautiful girl.

"You’ve woken up?" Mrs. Xavier came to the bedside, her face full of joy, genuinely happy.

The girl turned her eyes, meeting the middle-aged woman’s smiling gaze, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

For some reason, a ray of sunshine seemed to pierce into the girl’s heart, a sense of peace she didn’t have when she first woke up.

"Child, it’s good you’ve woken up; surviving such a hardship surely means future blessings." Mrs. Veronica’s gaze was soft.

The girl came back to her senses, judging from the middle-aged woman’s attire and demeanor that she must be the mistress of the Xavier Family, right?

Consequently, her nose tingled with emotion, and she hurriedly threw off the covers to get out of bed. Before anyone could stop her, she bent her knees, weak yet sincerely kneeling before her—

"Thank you, madam, for saving my life." If not for her taking me in, I might have already died, right?

Mrs. Xavier was touched, quickly bending down to help her up, "Child, stand up, stand up, there’s no need for such a grand gesture. You’ve just woken up and need plenty of rest, get back to bed."

She helped her up as tenderly as she would a daughter, along with the maids, and helped her back onto the bed.

"I heard you can’t remember things from the past?" Mrs. Xavier inquired, "Then do you remember your name? How should we address you?"

The girl sitting on the bed thought for a moment, then shook her head, "I only remember I have a daughter."

Hmm?

This piece of information left everyone stunned, as they looked at each other, wondering if this was a mix-up of past-life memories?

So young, where did the daughter come from?