Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 115

Chapter 115:But Colton was just overthinking things; In fact, Allison didn't spare a moment to think about him or Melany.

After leaving the Lloyd estate, she drove directly to the nursing home at the top of the mountain where Kinslee was staying.

Their route detoured along a secluded and winding road.

The center was nestled in a picturesque mountaintop setting, famous for its pristine air.

With its entrance heavily guarded, Allison wasn't sure she could get in, but she thought she'd explore the area first.

His eyes fixed on the silver mask lying on the passenger seat, and his fingers tightened around the steering wheel as a small knot of nerves tightened in his chest.

But before he reached the top, a figure blocked his path in the narrow road.

He slammed on the brakes and his heart leaped into his throat as the car came to a screeching halt, nearly crashing into the shadowy figure.

Looking through the windshield, his eyes flickered in recognition.

KinsleeAllison had studied every detail of the Lloyd family, memorizing their faces, and it was impossible to mistake Kinslee's familiar features.

But something didn't add up.

Kinslee was there, dazed and confused, her words slurred and her expression unfocused.

She seemed to have wandered off on her own, as there were no caretakers or staff in sight.

She was crouched by the path, with a trowel in one hand and a wicker basket in the other, carefully picking some delicate wildflowers.

When Allison called her name again, she slowly stood up, blinking in confusion as she looked around.

Where am I? You're halfway up the mountain, Allison said, getting out of the car to support her.

Night was approaching and the mountain, with its wildlife and rugged terrain, was not safe, especially for someone like Kinslee.

Kinslee, let me take you there.

lap.

It's dangerous out here.

Back to where Kinslee asked, her voice tinged with childish bewilderment.

And who are you? I don't know you, right.

Why do you know my name? She held onto Allison's hand, her eyebrows furrowing as she struggled to remember.

Suddenly, he stopped and stared at Allison, eyes wide as if some hidden memory had surfaced.

Then, without warning, she pulled a flower out of her basket and gently placed it behind Allison's ear.

Oh, I know you! declared Kinslee, clapping her hands in delight.

Lily, you look so pretty with a flower in your hair! Allison froze for a moment, her heart skipping a beat at the mention of that name.

Lily was her mother's nickname, which she only shared with her loved ones.

The shock It made her shudder, but she quickly tightened the mask she was holding, forcing her expression to remain calm as she guided Kinslee across the uneven ground.

You must be wrong.

What Lily Could Be Like Allison's voice was light, but her eyes sharpened with curiosity.

So where is Lily now? Maybe I can help you replace her.

Kinslee furrowed his eyebrows, confusion clouding his gaze.

I don't know, he muttered hesitantly before suddenly snapping his fingers in enlightenment.

Then he pointed at Allison and giggled excitedly.

childish.

You're lying! You're Lily, right.

I've even made leis for you before.

A wave of emotion washed over Allison, but she held onto Kinslee's hand tightly, steadying herself.

Yes, she whispered, nodding, “That's me…” Kinslee's words confirmed what Allison had begun to suspect: that woman had known her mother, probably intimately.

But she couldn't push too hard, not now, not with the fragile Kinslee State.

Carefully, he guided Kinslee to the car, placed her in the seat, and fastened her seat belt.

When was the last time you saw me, he asked in a low, soothing voice, as if trying to coax the truth out of the haze.

from Kinslee's memory.

But Kinslee just shook her head, increasingly confused.

I don't remember.

The answer didn't surprise Allison, but it didn't stop the dull pain spreading through her chest.

He sighed sadly.

Alzheimer's had taken its toll on the poor woman.

However, despite the sadness, a ray of hope shone within her.

She had been right about one thing: Kinslee had known her mother, and their bond must have been strong.

Allison knew what she had to do now: she had to do what she could to bring Kinslee back to reality.

Looking at the rough and winding mountain road, Allison put on the mask she was carrying in her hand.

Kinslee said softly, his tone more formal now, “I'm going to take you back now”.

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