Chapter 449 As Madalyn and Jaylin were finally overpowering the henchmen, Claire was having nightmares again.
In the dream, Zilvia was taken away by pairs of scary claws that reached out from a blurry, dark figure. Then, the claws stretched this small figure, turned around and turned into Joy's face. Her face immediately distorted... "Zilvia!" Claire screamed and opened her eyes. She was drenched in cold sweat.
"What happened?" The bedside lamp lit up. Wesley looked at Claire worriedly and even got a towel to wipe the sweat off her face.
Claire stared at her husband for a long tbefore calming down. In a hoarse voice, she said, "No, it's nothing. It was just a nightmare. Go to sleep..." Wesley shook his head and said seriously, "Claire, do you know that you've been talking in your sleep for the past few days? You've been calling Zilvia's nin your dreams. You've also been calling another person's name. I don't remember their name. "Tell me, what happened to make you have nightmares every night?" Claire shook her head and wanted to deny it.
However, Wesley said, "I know my wife best. You haven't had nightmares for many years. Your nightmares have only started recently, and you have them every night. And you're often distracted during the day, so something must have happened.
"Claire, we are husband and wife. We live together and will die together. No matter what happens, you don't have to hide it from me." Speaking of which, he sighed. "I'll be worried if this continues, and then I'll have nightmares and won't be able to sleep well every night." When Claire saw the obvious dark circles under her husband's eyes, her heart ached. She whispered, "I-I think I saw Zilvia..." "Really?" Wesley was shocked at first. Then, he held her arm. He immediately held back his excitement and said, "Where did you see her? How real did it seem?" "The other girl's nis Joy," Claire said in a low voice. "I have her photo on my phone." Wesley immediately took her phone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClaire clicked on Joy's photo. "Look, doesn't she look... very similar?" Wesley's eyes widened when he saw Joy. He was so excited that his fingertips were trembling.
"I went to a school to see her..." Claire tearfully recounted how she went to Kitmore University to see Joy properly. Then, she cried and said, "Joy said that I mistook her for another person. Her face... doesn't exactly look like Athena's face. I also suspected that I had seen the wrong person." She stuttered, "But, but..." Claire finally said what she had been holding back for several days, "I kept thinking about what happened when I saw Joy. I remember she had to get into the car, and she opened the door on the right side of the car with her left hand.
"Zilvia had this habit when she was a child. It didn't matter what side she got in and out of the car from; she always opened the door with her left hand.
"Most people wouldn't do this...I-I think she's Zilvia..." Claire sobbed silently.
Wesley hugged her tightly, his eyes red. "You're Zilvia's biological mother. If you think she is Zilvia, then she might just be.
"Athena already said that she will investigate. Then, we'll just have to brace ourselves and wait for the news..." "Okay." Claire held back her tears. "I'll wait for Athena to discover something..." Claire and Wesley snuggled tightly together, giving each other support. Together, they endured the pain of not being able to find their beloved daughter.
It was late at night, and Athena received an intelligence report from Cora.
Seventeen years ago, Nellie arrived in Kitmore City to inspect Rose Academy.
Nellie's traveled with her daughter, nanny, driver, and bodyguards. Her itinerary for her end-of-November visit to Osceiton included a first stop in Dichester, a second in Valemont a Cird in Vredo City, anda fourth in Hupool City.
The last stop was Kitmore City.
After arriving at Kitmore City, Nellie visited Rose Academy. The tour was conducted, and Athena had already read the relevant information about what happened next.
According to the intelligence report, Nellie fell ill the day after visiting Rose Academy. She caught a rather serious cold and stayed in the hotel to recuperate. It was not until Christmas day that she hurriedly returned to Aeloria. Athena thought, 'This is a big problem here because if Joy really is Zilvia, then where did Nellie's actual daughter go?' Athena pondered over this information. It was incomplete and not detailed enough too many years had gone by. A moment later, Athena formed a speculation. She sat in front of the computer and began to write rapidly.
She typed out more than 4,000 words non-stop. She didn't sleep until two in the morning. Then, she slept until noon. After washing up and having lunch, Athena posted more than 2000 words online.
At this time, the "Magpie's Mayhem" book had just ended, and readers were discussing Maggie and the Graham family.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm[The case was solved, and the verdict was that the nanny's crwas exposed, and she committed suicide to avoid punishment. She had also drugged Mr. Playboy, which led to him becoming a eunuch. Does this mean that Mr. Playboyis impotent... in reality?]
[So be it. He's already in his sixties. It doesn't matter if he doesn't live a wild life anymore. It's just that retribution ctoo late. He's slept with son many beautiful women before. He hasn't missed out on anything...] [Hahaha, that's great logic. The problem is that his son's girlfriend has written a about his impotence. The entire world knows about it. How will he appear in public?] [Do you think Mr. Playboy is reading this in real life? Do you think he is fuming about it and puking blood?] Nicolas was indeed vomiting blood.
As the eldest son of his father's first wife, Nicolas' status and position in the Graham family were very high. However, this did not mean that he did not have an opponent.
Over the past few days, his
e opponents had been calling and sending him messages, using the "Magpie's Mayhem" tô provoke and mock him. They asked him if he was really impotent and even asked him how it felt to be stabbed in the back by his son. Nicolas' heart was filled with hatred. His health had recently improved, but now it had taken a turn for the worse.
He had been lying in bed for the past few days.
"Matthew!" He slammed his cane on the table and said angrily, "If you wanna be heartless, don't blme for doing the same!"
He called his confidant over. "It's my 65th birthday in three days. Don't worry about the money. You must make it a big event for me. Invite all the celebrities in Valemont City, as well as all my friends and business partners!" He smiled sinisterly. "Of course, invite everyone in the Donovan family!"