Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 762

Margaret had been out cold for a solid three days and nights.

Waking up felt surreal.

In her dreams, she had come to terms with the grim fate that had befallen Nick and Theresa.

Yet, bizarrely enough, she still saw them.

She could touch Theresa and Nick, feel their skin against hers, though it was cool to the touch.

She asked Nick, "Why are we together? And where are we heading now? Home?"

Nick offered no reply, only a smile, but Theresa, ever the spirited one, chimed in, "Mommy, we're off to heaven!"

"Heaven?" Margaret looked around at the misty surroundings, unable to discern any direction. "How did you find me?"

"Our souls were floating in the air, then we saw you standing all alone on the ground. You looked so lonely, and I didn't want you to be by yourself. So, daddy and I thought we'd take you with us."

Margaret found it hard to believe, even more, incredible.

But what did it matter whether it was reality or a dream? As long as she was with her loved ones, why fuss over the details?

"Don't dilly-dally, Mommy. I hear there's a queue to get into heaven! We've got to get moving!"

With that, Margaret felt herself becoming lighter.

Nick took her hand, and they flew, his eyes shining with the usual honesty and warmth.

They passed through clouds, over mountains and seas.

Margaret saw babbling brooks, lovers and children calling to each other from across mountains.

She had never seen such wondrous sights and couldn't wait to share them with Nick and Theresa.

But they were nowhere to be seen. Margaret's heart tightened, and she frantically called their names, but no sound came from her lips.

Then, a strong sensation of falling hit her, and she plummeted straight down into a soft, large bed.

When she opened her eyes, she heard the anxious voices of servants and Sandra.

She whispered, "Where am I?"

After a thorough check, the doctor reported in English to Sandra, "Madam, Mrs. Margaret is fine. She just needs a few days of rest."

Sandra sighed deeply and turned to the servants, "Go! Bring the chicken soup, quick!"

Margaret was propped up by two servants, feeling dizzy, and the bland chicken soup Sandra offered didn't appeal to her at all.