When they arrived at Chloe Grant’s room, Sophia Fraser finally couldn’t hold it in anymore: "Chloe, I discovered that now, at the Morgan family, the atmosphere is completely off! It was already strange with Grandpa Morgan before, and just now, the way you looked at Young Master Morgan seemed odd to me!"
"I agree!" Ava Woods stood up and couldn’t agree more with Sophia Fraser’s words, "The way Young Master Morgan looked at Chloe just now clearly meant to say something, but couldn’t get it out."
Ava turned back, looking at Chloe Grant with doubt, "Did something happen?"
Faced with Sophia Fraser and Ava Woods’ questioning, Chloe Grant’s eyes showed clear panic. She lowered her head, looking around aimlessly, unable to answer.
Zoe Graham naturally noticed Chloe Grant’s embarrassment. She stepped forward, pulling Chloe into her arms, and said to Sophia Fraser and Ava Woods, "What are you two imagining? What could be wrong? It all looks normal to me. You’re overthinking it!"
"How could that be?" Ava Woods was the first to oppose.
Just as she was about to express her opinion, Zoe Graham interrupted, "They’re all Chloe’s elders. Sometimes we act this way towards our elders too. You’re overthinking and seeing things differently. Not everything is what it seems. Let’s not talk about this anymore; it’s pointless! Grandpa Morgan and Sophia have nothing going on, so why are we discussing it so much?"
Zoe Graham’s words were blunt and hit the point that Sophia Fraser had been avoiding for months.
On the spot, Sophia Fraser’s face turned unpleasant, "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean nothing. Besides, we’re here to see Chloe today. She’s already tired, so let’s not disturb her. We’ll come back another day!"
Saying this, she let go of Chloe Grant, took a step forward, grabbing Ava Woods by the wrist with one hand, and pushing Sophia Fraser out with the other.
"Chloe, we’re leaving. We’ll come back another day." Zoe Graham called back.
Chloe Grant reacted a beat later and nodded, "Yes, okay."
Sophia Fraser clearly wasn’t happy on the other end, her face unpleasant, struggling all the way, but upon reaching the door, Zoe Graham whispered something in her ear, and only then did Sophia Fraser’s expression ease up before finally leaving.
After the three had left, Chloe Grant lay weakly on the bed. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
She quietly stared at the ceiling.
During her recovery, countless people had asked her if she remembered who pushed her into the street.
And whether she recalled anything that happened during her amnesia period.
Chloe Grant told everyone she couldn’t remember at all.
But, actually... she did remember... No, more like she couldn’t quite remember clearly.
There were just some memories, intermittent ones, where she couldn’t tell which were real, which were false, or which were merely dreams.
For instance, these past few nights, she often recalled a scene: sitting at the dining table, joyfully eating shrimp, while someone beside her peeled the shrimp and fed her.
Every time, she smiled as if in bliss.
The person’s identity next to her, she couldn’t seem to see clearly.
Moreover, at that moment, thinking of that scene, Chloe Grant felt that the person sitting in the chair, with a blissful smile, wasn’t her but a completely unfamiliar person.
She felt like an outsider observing a happy little couple.
Such special happiness.
Every time Chloe Grant opened her eyes and tried to recall that image, she felt something ripple in her heart, feeling... it was so beautiful, a very happy feeling.