My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 283

Karen Daly pushed the rusty gate open, as she walked in with extreme caution.

"Karen, you're back!"

In a daze, a familiar, gentle and kind voice rang again in Karen Daly's ears.

But when Karen Daly stopped in her tracks to look around, there was nothing there, even the voice in her ears were gone.

Karen Daly continued making her way in until she came to the main door. She opened the door and a pungent smell arose. Spider-webs were visible in all corners of the house.

Karen Daly stood at the door. What she saw in front of her was no longer the house covered in spider-webs, but of a young woman playing with a little girl in her arms.

A chubby little girl with a face full of mud like a kitten was there. The woman didn't look at all displeased, and instead she took a towel and gently wiped the little girl's face.

"Karen, someone had just mopped the floor. Where did you go that you could bring so much mud back into the house?"

"Karen, I'm going to carry you to the mirror for you to look at yourself. Look how dirty you are."

"Karen, girls must be well-mannered. Don't be naughty."

"Karen..."

The gentle voice of the woman kept sounding in Karen Daly's ears, warming her heart.

Mother loved to clean. She used to help the servants clean up the house. She would polish the floor over and over again, so bright that it could be used as a mirror.

"Mom?"

Unknowingly, these were the only things that crossed Karen Daly's mind when she thought about her mother. She knew how much her mother loved keeping the house spotless.

Her mind brought her back to the scene when her mother would hold her, and she was smiling as she told her, "Girls must be gentle, girls must be pretty, girls must take care of hygiene...

Karen Daly could hear her mother's voice clear as day and slowly, she was able to get a clearer look of her mother's face.

So many familiar scenes flood themselves in Karen Daly's mind. She finally remembered that her name was Karen Daly, and her mother used to gently call her name, Karen.

But the scenes that came to mind were merely memories of her mother when she was young. She still couldn't recall how her mother had passed away.

"Mom..." Karen Daly closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then she said, "I'm home. I've come back to see you."

Karen Daly continued her way in, and made her way upstairs to her mother's room by instinct. Corners of the room were covered by cobwebs, no longer the way it was when her mother was still living here.

The image of her mother crying in the room was also present, obviously a memory that Karen Daly kept buried in her mind. And now her mother was no longer here.

Yet how did her mother leave? Did it have anything to do with Samuel Daly like what Faye Reed had said?

Though Karen Daly was facing a little trouble with remembering everything else, she was in no hurry. She had already remembered some details, and that's a good start.

She had faith that as long as she tried even harder, she would be able to regain all her memories of the past.

Karen Daly continued treading in the house full of cobwebs and dust, to continue looking for her memories, but nothing seemed to work anymore.

At the end of the corridor of the second floor was a storage room.

The door was tightly shut. Karen Daly knew it was a storage room as there was a sign.

She stood in front of the door and took her time. After some deliberate consideration, she lifted her hand and turned the door knob. She pushed the door open and walked into the room.