Chloe Grant spent two days, 48 hours, in the mental asylum; for her, it was the most torturous time in her life.
During these 48 hours, she didn’t dare to open the door in front of her. Her mind was in a daze...
Sometimes she felt like she was indeed a mental patient, and she’d desperately pinch herself to stay a bit more rational.
Sometimes, pieces of memory from the time she lost her memory would slowly emerge, putting her in a state of confusion and chaos.
Especially at night when Chloe Grant suddenly looked up... she would see someone smiling at her oddly through the small window on the door, scaring her to madness on the spot.
"Uncle... Uncle Morgan..."
Instinctively, she would call out for Matthew Morgan.
After calling out, Chloe Grant would become dumbfounded.
Why did she call him like that?
Yet, in her most chaotic moments, the only person she could think of was Uncle Morgan, the one she feared and always avoided the most.
In her mind, those deep eyes filled with intense emotions constantly floated in Chloe Grant’s memory.
Still, she couldn’t see that face clearly.
Chloe Grant huddled in the corner, holding herself, only then could she slightly ease the feeling of fear.
Is there anyone thinking about her?
Is there anyone who notices her disappearance and comes to look for her?
The entire Morgan family was in a state of busy commotion.
Tomorrow was the day of Lucas Morgan and Lily Grant’s engagement, and according to Lucas Morgan’s preference, the engagement banquet was to be held at the Royal Hotel.
"Sigh, Chloe really is something. Her little uncle is about to get engaged, and she just sends a message saying she’s going on a trip and now she can’t be reached."
Isabella Gray sighed as she organized the guest list in her hands.
She had been sighing about this matter the past few days.
Not that she blamed Chloe, but she just couldn’t comprehend why Chloe Grant chose to travel at such a critical moment?
Lucas Morgan, who was initially checking the list, suddenly halted.
He licked his light-colored lips, "Hasn’t she always been this wayward, just leaving as she pleases without any regard?"
Restlessly, he put down the list.
Ever since everyone received the message from Chloe Grant about going on a trip two days ago, Lucas Morgan was visibly upset whenever this matter was mentioned.
He stood up and walked toward the door. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel~fire~net
"Where are you going?" Isabella Gray hurriedly asked.
"To pick up Lily, her dress should be ready." Lucas Morgan waved impatiently.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it while walking towards the door, and then drove off.
Since Lily Grant was already expecting, choosing a dress was more complicated.
The belly needed to be covered, which limited the design options, and after choosing a style, alterations were needed.
Lucas Morgan had dropped her off earlier in the morning and was now there to pick her up.
Just arriving at the dress store where Lily Grant was trying on her dress, before Lucas Morgan could speak, Lily’s designer approached him, "Young Master Morgan, Young Mistress was just called away by a friend."
"What friend?" Lucas Morgan asked casually.
Lowering his head, he was about to walk toward the guest sofa while lighting the cigarette at his lips...
"Not sure. Young Mistress seemed pretty unwilling..." the designer realized they misspoke and quickly added, "We wanted to stop her, but then Young Mistress told us not to follow her."
"Which way did they go?" Lucas Morgan turned back, stepping back to the entrance.
The designer pointed to the right, "Just left not long ago."
Lucas Morgan nodded, following the direction the designer pointed out...