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Chapter 1229
The maid, hesitating slightly, informed Grace, “Ms. Dion has returned,
but she appeared to be suffering from a severe headache when I
checked on her in her room.”
Grace’s expression turned to one of concern, “Where is Blake now? Did you talk to her?”
The maid responded, “I only gave her some medicine. She seemed quite pale, but I didn’t say much.”
Worried, Grace decided, “I’ll go see how she’s doing. And please prepare some of Blake’s favorite dishes for dinner tonight.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the maid responded.
Grace had always shown maternal affection toward Blake, treating her as if she were her own daughter. Both Mya and Blake
Bl
sensitive nature, Grace always tried to show her extra care
affection.
Entering Blake’s room quietly, Grace saw her asleep on the be seemingly caught in a nightmare. She was murmuring and cry her
sleep, “Don’t take me away... Don’t come near... Cece... where you, Cece?”
Grace, with a gentle touch, wiped the sweat from Blake’s forehead with a handkerchief. Whispering softly, she comforted, “It’s
okay, it’s okay... I’m here. Nothing’s wrong.”
Sitting beside the bed, Grace stroked the blanket in a soothing rhythm, reminiscent of how she comforted Blake when she first
arrived at the Harper home. Blake’s sobs gradually quieted, and Grace carefully brushed the damp hair from her forehead.
Grace’s expression was one of deep sadness. She recalled Blake’s arrival at their home. Blake was bruised, malnourished, and
Blake, who had lost her memory of her past, grew up to be a bright, somewhat mischievous child, excelling in her studies. In
contrast to Mya, who faced academic struggles and bullying, Blake was always her fierce protector. She had been on the verge
of death when the Harper family took her in, having been rescued from traffickers at the age of eight.
Grace wished Blake would forget those harrowing memories and live a happy life. But hearing Blake’s cries for “Cece” in her
sleep, Grace knew that the past was resurfacing.
Watching Blake in distress, tears formed in Grace’s eyes. She whispered, “Blake, you’ll always be my child. We wish you could
forget
the past and live a joyful life.”
Though not wealthy, the Harper family had always ensured that their daughters were treated right. The family’s future was
invariably linked
to the well-being of both sisters.
As Blake’s emotions stabilized, the foggy memories crystallized,
most prominently involving Cecilia. Then, the maid entered the room,
phone in hand, speaking softly to Grace, “Ma’am, Ms. Samford is on
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