?<strong>Chapter 519:</strong>


    Following the surgery, Dorothy had been in a state of unconsciousness. Before regaining consciousness, Dorothy felt as if the most precious treasure of her life had been restored to her. As if summoned by destiny itself, she awakened.


    Now, she looked intently at Morgan and whispered, “You are finally back, J.”


    Elyse and Jayden were stunned; they had not anticipated that J Lawrence, the woman they had been fervently searching for, was actually Morgan.


    Morgan stared at Dorothy, her lips slightly parted, wanting to rify something. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I don’t know you at all. I’m Morgan Welch.” Yet, the words refused to leave her throat.


    She observed Dorothy intently, trying to understand why this stranger evoked such a profound sense of familiarity. The wrinkles on Dorothy’s face, each a testament to the passage of time, and her aged visage stirred a sudden urge in Morgan to weep.


    Instead of correcting her, Morgan asked softly, “Why have you aged so much?”


    Dorothy remained unexpectedly serene, her gaze fixed on Morgan, whose tears had now streaked down her cheeks. She offered a tender, maternal smile. “You’ve aged as well, J.”


    Morgan puzzled over why Dorothy’s words moved her to tears, or more precisely, why she felt so unsettled upon seeing Dorothy.


    Morgan wept and exined, “I’m not J. My name is Morgan Welch. You’re confusing me with someone else. I have no family. Perhaps I’m crying because your kindness overwhelms me.”


    Dorothy softly repeated the name “Morgan” while gazing intently at her. “J, you are my daughter. Of that, I have no doubt. I am very old and could die at any moment. Yet, I’ve clung to life because I have a mission toplete.”


    Confused, Morgan asked, “A mission?”


    Dorothy looked at her with grave seriousness. “Your arrival marks thepletion of my mission. Even though you’ve forgotten your name, you have your own mission to fulfill. The truth about Rickey’s death lies with you.”


    Rickey? Morgan was left wondering who he was. As the name echoed within her, it unlocked fragmented memories. Morgan remembered a boy from her school days—they had once stayed up all night to go hiking and watch the sunrise together. Floods of memories from their childhood and adulthood surged through her mind. Suddenly, her thoughts halted and dissipated as if swept away, leaving her mind nk.


    In the midst of a dazzling white light, a dark silhouette emerged. A tall, erect figure approached her, halting just three feet in front of her.


    Although Morgan couldn’t discern his face, shrouded in darkness, she felt an inexplicable sense of safety rather than fear. She could sense he was smiling at her.


    “Who—who are you?” Morgan asked, her voice tinged with fear.


    The man sighed, a note of tender exasperation in his voice. “Jane, when will you remember me? You know I need you badly.”


    With these words, the man slowly advanced toward Morgan.


    “No, stay back! Don’te any closer!” Morgan cried out, panic rising in her voice. In a defensive reflex, she stretched out her hands to halt his advance.


    Yet, the man moved effortlessly through her extended arms. With a surreal grace, he opened his arms and seemed to blend into her very being.


    In that bewildering moment, Morgan experienced a profound sensation—it was as though the man was enveloping her in an embrace. He was no more than a spectral shadow, yet his intent was palpable—as if he longed to hold her.


    Rickey? Rickey Benson!


    In that instant, his identity became unmistakably clear in Morgan’s mind.


    “Argh!” Morgan suddenly clutched her head, screaming in pain.


    rmed, Elyse quickly approached her, concern etched across her face. “What’s wrong, Morgan? Are you feeling unwell?”


    Panic shed across Morgan’s features as she slowly turned her eyes towards Elyse. “That man, he uses me of forgetting him. I don’t know who he is… I forgot him… I forgot him.”


    Morgan repeated the words, lost in her torment. Despite Elyse’s attempts to reach her, calling out her name repeatedly, Morgan seemed trapped in her own distant world. Abruptly, she copsed into unconsciousness.


    Elyse moved to support Morgan, but her strength faltered. Just as she feared Morgan would crumple to the ground, Jayden stepped forward, steadying Morgan and preventing her fall.


    “Call the doctor. Tell them she’s fainted from the shock,” Jayden said firmly.


    Elyse nodded, urgency propelling her as she hurried out of the room to seek medical help.


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