When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 927: Love Cannot Be Forgotten

Some courtyards are clearly foreign at first glance, their architecture very much in the European style... Moreover, as she kept flipping through, she noticed that many of these foreign yards had camphor trees of varying sizes.

She took a deep breath, feeling dizzy from looking at them.

The courtyard in her memory was local, but she couldn’t clearly recall the shape of the building. It was an old house with a lot of character, and she could only rely on her instincts to find it.

After an hour of searching, she felt even more lost, ultimately unable to find the camphor tree and yard in her memory.

She thought too much, making the images in her memory a bit fuzzy.

She stood up, took a sip of water, and checked the news on her phone for a while, trying to absorb something from the outside world. She inadvertently saw the news about Mrs. Lancaster from Argent, who had gone missing after falling into the water...

She stared at the detailed words of the missing person notice and the large-scale rescue images, her heart momentarily halting.

Scrolling down, she glanced at the timeline, which nearly coincided with the time when she fell into the water...

Oh my God, could she be Mrs. Lancaster??

Gia had a moment of disorientation, slowly sitting down in the chair, her gaze still fixed on the phone screen, where there was a photo of Mrs. Lancaster in the news.

She was young, lively, gentle, and beautiful.

"Faye Turner?" She muttered this name, which felt very unfamiliar...

As the news scrolled further, below were many other related posts, also about young women who had fallen into the water and gone missing, with others searching for them...

They were called by different names and had different appearances, vanished.

There were more than 100,000 views on these similar news stories, and there were dozens of them...

In an instant, Gia dismissed the notion that she might be Mrs. Lancaster, thinking how nice it would be; everyone dreams of being Mrs. Lancaster, who wouldn’t?

The news mentioned that now plenty of women were rushing to get close to President Lancaster, and that former secretary Ivy Jennings had also returned...

Has everyone tacitly agreed that Mrs. Lancaster, Faye Turner, isn’t coming back?

Indeed, after two months of searching, there was still no trace.

Could it be that she never fell into the water at all? Maybe she encountered an enemy? The wealth of nobility is like a deep sea.

Seeing all the news about young women falling into the water, Gia began to speculate: which one is related to her?

She couldn’t possibly go asking each family, after all, her appearance had changed, and even her voice had altered... She didn’t want to bother The Xavier Family either.

The only thing she could do now was cooperate with Old Mr. Downey, take her medicine properly, and quickly recover her memory.

At night, Gia lay on her side in bed, involuntarily thinking of another memory; she remembered having a daughter.

The daughter was very small; her appearance was unclear, but she seemed to be less than a year old. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

She wondered if this was a memory from a past life. After all, with a head injury, many things from other dimensions couldn’t be scientifically explained.

Lightly stroking her abdomen, Gia often pondered whether a small life had really been conceived in this small house.

But she was still so young... she probably hadn’t been married, had she?

Who exactly is she?

This was the most troubling question for her at the moment, but she knew she couldn’t rush things. Everything had to be taken slowly, so in front of the old gentleman and The Xavier Family, she always maintained a composure.

With a hint of anxiety, she closed her eyes, and in the night’s dream, she saw her daughter...

"Mommy, mommy..."

The sweet, charming voice melted her heart.

In the dream, she held her daughter, cooling off under the camphor tree, with a table of fruit and tea beside them.

In the dream, she was so happy, with no worries, as if even the air was sweet.

On the same night, in Argent, at The Lockwood Villa.

In the warmly and luxuriously decorated master bedroom, the light was dim and hazy, with the main light turned off.

Adrian Lancaster, dressed in casual home wear, bent his noble body and gently laid his sleeping daughter on the soft, large bed.

Then he covered her with a small blanket and placed a shallow, affectionate kiss on her forehead.

All his love for his wife was entrusted to their daughter.