My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 277

Jack could remember that Rachel once lived in a city in the north, but couldn't remember which city it was.

He took her hand. "Do you want to go back and take a look?"

Rachel slowly shook her head. "No. There's nothing to see."

Besides, ever since her house had been confiscated, it had been constructed and renovated by the government.

Now, it was a park.

The home that she had lived in for a few years was no more. Even if she went there, all she could see were swings and slides that would only serve as a reminder of what she had lost.

Jack wondered why she had suddenly remembered her home. Was it because this city was close to her home?

Seeing the sadness encrusted in her gaze, he decided to divert her attention. "Didn't you say that you wanted to renovate our kitchen last time? We can start the renovations once we come back. Do you have an idea on what theme we could follow? We could draw it up ourselves."

Rachel's mouth twitched at the sudden change of topic. "I don't plan on renovating it now. It's just too troublesome," she complained.

To her surprise, Jack only grinned wider. "Have you finally remembered it?"

She furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean? The kitchen renovation? I didn't forget that..."

When she saw the way his eyes dimmed at her answer, she was quick to comfort him, "It's okay. On the bright side, I still remember you, right? We're not like those television shows where I suddenly forget who you are."

Hearing this, Jack smiled. Well, that was true. Her condition could've been worse than it already was. He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. "This is a better alternative," he admitted.

On their way back to the hotel, Rachel couldn't help but ask, "Wait, how did I fly to the neighboring province in the first place though? Was no one with me when I got hurt?"

In the beginning, Rachel could still remember the events clearly in her mind, but now, it seemed that she had forgotten them.

Jack didn't want to talk about it anymore, especially after what Vicky had told him. She told him that it was Holley Ye's fault—that she should be blamed for Rachel's accident.

Rachel couldn't remember what had happened, so Jack couldn't confirm Vicky's allegations.

He already asked someone to investigate the accident, but after the floods and landslides, it was difficult to search for clues.

He also asked someone to investigate Holley.

He still wasn't sure if Holley was just great at acting or if she really was innocent. Although she looked innocent, Jack found some information about the unpleasant interactions between Holley and Rachel during those days.

He also knew that Vicky and Holley weren't on their best terms as well.

Given that Rachel couldn't remember the details clearly, Jack still couldn't find enough evidence to prove that Holley was related to the accident. Due to that, he shouldn't totally believe Vicky's words.

However, he knew for a fact that even walls have ears. If Holley really was the one behind this, he would know about it.

Vicky also told him that when she went to visit Rachel that day, they talked about that incident.

Once he had enough proof, he would definitely teach that woman a lesson. He gritted his teeth at the thought.

"I wasn't with you that time," he murmured.

"What?" She pursed her lips. "What do you mean? Didn't you say we had a fight back then?"

At that point, he blinked.

Jack had intended to say some pick-up line to sweeten her thoughts, but he didn't expect that Rachel still remembered their fight. "I thought you already forgot about it," he said.

She shrugged. "You told me about the fight right after, didn't you?"

At that point, he didn't know what to say.

In the evening, Lea had already called her up and said that everything finally blew over.

Although she didn't say the details, her voice sounded ecstatic. Rachel felt a tug on her lips at her big news.

They quickly set up a time when they could meet the next day.

That night, however, Rachel dreamt of an event that had happened a decade ago.

In the dream, there were a few people, but she couldn't clearly see their faces.

The sound of wails echoed across the place, forcing her to open her eyes. She got out of her bed and walked toward the direction of the sound.

Her hand grasped the door handle, and she pushed open.

Her eyebrows scrunched together as she turned, wondering where she was.

Suddenly,

everything became clear.