Chapter 23


    Chapter 23 Probe


    I didn’t know whether it was fatigue or hunger. When Iy on the hood, the past shed through my mind


    like fragments of old


    ck–and–white films.


    The beloved of father and mother, the outstanding person with excellent studies, the strong woman in car


    eer, the lucky person with happy love and marriage…….


    Thesebels that others put on me had been torn off today, revealing the most real core


    I’m just a helpless and embarrassed woman. I’m a drowning dog whoever can step on. How can I expect


    the rescue of strangers.


    I burst into tears, my body seemed to be hollowed out by something, and I copsed uncontrobly to th


    e ground.


    Maybe it’s the feeling of dying. Recall the past quickly in mind. As if I don’t have time to say goodbye to a


    nyone, I have to close


    my eyes unwillingly.


    When thest trace of consciousness remaining, it seemed that someone patted me on the face and


    asked me my name. I wanted


    to respond, but I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even open my eyes.


    Later, it seemed that I was


    picked up by someone. I tried to open my eyes, but I passed out. When I woke up again, it was already


    bright. The sun shone on the spacious room through the French window, and I could see the lush trees t


    hrough the window.


    I whispered in my heart that I was saved!


    As long as I survive, I can find my daughter!


    Thinking of my daughter, I immediately wanted to get out of bed. I didn’t see that I was in infusion until th


    ere was a stabbing


    pain on the back of my hand. The original dirty and worn clothes were reced by beige cotton pajamas,


    and my hair was smooth


    and soft.


    It’s not like a hospital here. Who gave me a bath and changed my clothes?


    Thinking of this, the door was opened. I was alert. A middle–age aunt came in: “Wake up?”


    Friendly, I rxed a little: “Well, did you save me?”


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    “It’s not me, it’s president Aaron,” she smiled gently. “He came backst night to celebrate his mother’s bi


    rthday. He brought you


    back when you were unconscious on the way. The family doctor said you were febrile syncope. I took a b


    ath for you to cool down


    physically before infusion. Is there anything else ufortable now?”


    “Much better,” I said, smiling at her. “Thank you, aunt.”


    “You’re wee. I’m a nanny working here. Just let me know if you need help.”


    “Where are my clothes? I have something urgent. I’lle to thank you and President Aaron another day


    .”


    “Where do you live?”


    “They city center.”


    “But this is the suburb. How can you go back? President Aaron will go to downtown in the afternoon. Let h


    The nanny then went to prepare breakfast for me, and I haven’t recovered for a long time.


    Wait, President Aaron, who saved me, is the one who helped me at ke and Wendy’s wedding?


    While eating the millet porridge brought by the nanny, someone


    knocked at the door and looked up to see thecrimal nevus in


    the corner of his right eye. A feeling of heartbeat condensation ran through my whole body until I was cho


    1 put down the bowl and coughed for a long time. As soon as I recovered, I heard him ask, “What’s your n


    “Sa…” I cleared my throat, “Sasha.”


    After a short silence, he asked, “Have we met before?”


    I don’t know if he was testing, or if he really only had a little impression of me, so I said, “I also think you lo


    way, I attended a wedding yesterday. Are you a guest?”