When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 910: Since You Are Here, Make Yourself at Home

Mrs. Xavier and the maid helped the girl lie down.

She was as gentle as an old mother, tucking the girl in while softly saying, "Child, don’t be afraid. The Xavier Family doesn’t have bad people. It’s heavily guarded, and no one will hurt you again."

She also said, "It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember who you are. I’ll give you a new name. You just need to rest well, take your medicine on time. It won’t be long before you’re completely healed."

The girl lying there nodded, feeling very touched. "Thank you." Of course, she would cooperate.

She remembered she had a daughter... and also remembered a large courtyard in an old house, with a big camphor tree. A very clear memory fragment, but she couldn’t recall the location.

Who is she, really? Why did she fall into the water?

As she listened to the footsteps in the room fade away... the Xavier Family had already left, and it became quiet here again.

With her eyes closed, not asleep, her thoughts drifted, the room filled with a faint, pleasant smell of traditional medicine.

"Grandpa, is this the smell of patchouli?" she asked softly with her eyes closed, feeling incredibly tranquil inside.

"Yes it is." The old man answered her, a bit surprised, "You recognize traditional medicine, do you?"

She replied softly, "Smelling this scent, it felt like patchouli, I guessed."

The old man thought she was quite smart and couldn’t help but think of his apprentice Faye Turner. "I have an apprentice about your age. She’s also very sensitive to traditional medicine, a genius in Chinese medicine."

"Then she’s very lucky to have you as her master."

The old man said, "I’ve been traveling outside all these years, without any contact with her. She doesn’t know where I am. I have no idea how she’s doing, but I reckon she’s probably saved quite a few people too."

"It’s because of me that you two haven’t reunited." The girl lying flat on the bed opened her eyes and glanced sideways, "Grandpa, when are you planning to go back?"

"No hurry, no hurry. Since I’m here, I’ll make myself comfortable." The old man picked herbs for her in front of the small table. Starting today, he would change the prescription.

The old man also said, "I’m not in a rush. Treating illness and saving people is my duty. Your memory needs to be treated, so you can tell your family you’re safe at the right time."

So, can it be healed? Does he have confidence?

Hearing mention of her family, the girl thought of her daughter again... In her remaining memories, she recalled she was a mother, she had a child.

But now, no matter who she told, would anyone believe her?

She looked young, not knowing her actual age.

She could only calm down to heal peacefully and adapt to the situation.

Today at the Xavier Estate, it was sunny after the rain, and the sun was bright. Looking out from a master bedroom with a meticulous layout, there were pavilions and towers like clouds, rockeries and strange stones arranged.

Mrs. Xavier stood by the window, gazing in the direction of the girl’s room, a faint sadness apparent in her expression.

Simon Xavier stood beside her, put his arm around her shoulder, and sighed softly, "Honey, I know you miss our daughter, but she’s not her."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman was pulled back to reality, and she turned her gaze, full of sorrow. "Darling, I don’t know why, but every time I see her, I always feel a sense of familiarity."

Outside the door, Rhiannon Xavier’s steps faltered. She turned to lean against the wall, listening to the conversation inside.

"But we can’t just recognize another goddaughter just because our daughter is missing." Simon Xavier told her, "First of all, we don’t know her origin or anything about her, and we haven’t figured out who she is. Besides, having Rhiannon is enough for us."

Mrs. Xavier turned to face him, explaining, "I’m not trying to acknowledge her as our daughter. I just wanted to tell you that this girl gives me a feeling that is really different, very, very special. I feel like I’m on the same wavelength with her."

Hiding outside the door, Rhiannon Xavier felt a sense of crisis wrapping around her, clenching her hand tightly over her chest.

But Simon knew that his wife just missed their daughter too much. Seeing a gentle, beautiful, and pitiful girl, she began to project her longing... her maternal love overflowed.