Chapter 69 Unbearable Past

Elena stared at him, her mind already prepared. Since Annie wasn't with the Robinson family, she must be under the care of a doctor. Before coming to England, she was also at the Mayo Clinic. Even William suggested receiving treatment from a psychologist.

"Elena, I hope you can understand why we did this. I didn't discuss it with you beforehand, can you forgive me?"

Elena quickly shook her head. "Don't say that. I'm grateful that you sent Annie to receive treatment. I feel a bit guilty because you had a falling out with your mother because of me."

In the early morning, while getting ready, the maid discreetly mentioned to Elena about the matter between the young master and the madam. This caused Elena's positive feelings towards Timothy to rise significantly.

"It's alright. My mother is just a bit reclusive and eccentric. Her age, along with the neglect from my father all these years, has made her very suppressed. I hope you won't mind."

Elena suddenly realized that Daria wasn't leading a happy life either.

"I won't hold it against her." Elena smiled, gently touching her face. She didn't know what medication Timothy had used on her, but the swelling on her face had already disappeared and it didn't hurt anymore.

Daria was just an old woman neglected by her husband and disliked by her son. There was no need for Elena to have any conflict with her.

"By the way, Timothy, if Annie gets better, I want to take her back with me. My mom really misses her."

"That may not be possible. She won't recover that quickly. However, you can bring Ms. Ellington over to England. I'll talk to my mother and see if we can have Ms. Ellington stay with us so she can see Annie every day."

Elena felt a bit disappointed. "My mom has been to England many times before, but your mother always drove her away."

Timothy widened his eyes in surprise. "What? I have never heard about this."

Elena shrugged her shoulders.

Timothy suddenly grasped his forehead and said, "I was studying abroad, Elena. I didn't know much about what was happening at home. I apologize for causing you all this suffering."

Elena forced a smile, lowered her head, and fiddled with the hem of her clothes. In reality, her mother shouldn't have intervened as a third party in the Robinson family. It was normal for the Robinson family to reject her. It seemed that she should have been the one apologizing.

"Let's forget about the grievances of the previous generation. We won't delve into who was right or wrong anymore."

"Yes, you're right! However, I want to thank Ms. Ellington for allowing me to spend some time with the lovely Annie and Elena" Timothy's eyes sparkled as if there was a glimmer of light.

"Yes, Annie is adorable. Actually, when she was little, I thought she looked like you. With short hair, she looked like a tomboy, always chasing after me, calling me her sister," Elena gazed ahead, reminiscing about the sweet memories of the two sisters' childhood.

When they were young, their father was chronically ill, and the heavy burden of life fell on Elena's shoulders alone. So she often ran to Sarah's side, playing with her sister. Only then could she experience fleeting moments of happiness.

Although Annie was carefree and sometimes vain, she was always good to Elena.

Once, Elena got into a fight with a neighbor's child. At that time, Annie was only three years old, walking unsteadily and still struggling with her speech. When she saw someone bullying her sister, she actually swung her chubby little hands and fought back, calling out in a childish voice, "You can't hit my sister, bad person!"

As a result, Annie was pushed to the ground by the neighbor's child, and her forehead was split open. Although Sarah scolded Elena severely because of this incident, Elena always cherished the memory in her heart.

As Elena told this amusing story to Timothy, tears welled up in her eyes. She realized that Annie had occupied a significant place in her childhood memories.

"Yes, Annie often mentions you to me. Last time, I wanted to give her a Ferrari as a gift, but she refused, saying she wanted the best motorcycle instead to give it to her sister. I thought it was too dangerous for a girl to ride a motorcycle, so I didn't agree and still bought her a Ferrari. Later, she borrowed some money from me, saying she wanted to buy a gift for her good sister."

Whenever this matter was mentioned, Elena deeply regretted it. If she hadn't angrily hit Annie back then, things wouldn't have turned out like this.

Elena's hand paused on the words "good sister", feeling guilty in her heart.

She wasn't a good sister, not even a worthy one. She hadn't protected her.

Timothy looked at Elena's melancholic face and asked with concern, "What are you thinking?"

Elena forced a smile. "I'm not a good sister. I didn't protect her."

Timothy gently patted Elena's shoulder with his hand.

"Don't worry. This time, you will be reunited and you won't be separated anymore. I can arrange for you to intern at Annie’s hospital so you can be with her every day and take care of her personally," Timothy said.

Elena's eyes lit up, instantly dismissing all her worries. Excitedly grabbing Timothy's hands, she asked, "Really? Can I really take care of Annie myself?"

"Of course you can. As long as you're willing, everything is possible,” he reassured her.

“That's great! Annie, sister won't leave you again. I will take good care of you. Once my job in the UK stabilizes, I will bring Mom over, and our family of three will never be separated again,” she thought.

At this moment, Elena's heart was filled with beautiful fantasies, as if happiness was beckoning to her.

The car slowly left the busy downtown area and headed towards a remote suburb, finally stopping in front of a white hospital.

The British Mental Asylum!

Elena looked at it and instantly had a bad feeling. Why was it a mental hospital? Annie just had some psychological issues, not mental problems. Why did they send her to a mental hospital?

Seeing Elena’s puzzled gaze, Timothy helplessly explained, “There is a psychology department here.”

Well then!

Elena could only brace herself and follow behind Timothy, walking through the heavy iron gate.

Although Elena was studying nursing, she still had a psychological aversion to hospitals, especially mental hospitals, which made her very uncomfortable.

Occasionally, several patients wearing white hospital gowns were being escorted by nurses.

Their eyes were hollow and lifeless, like walking corpses.

Elena felt more and more uneasy, worrying about Annie's condition.

In some mental hospitals, in order to keep patients calm, they often administered excessive sedatives. After taking those medications, patients would be drowsy and eventually lose their ability to think.

As Elena walked further inside, her heart slowly sank. She was mentally exhausted by various thoughts. At the same time, she tried hard to convince herself to remain calm. After all, she would see her soon and everything would be alright.

Elena clasped her hands together, silently praying in her heart.

The white corridors seemed endless, with one iron door after another. Pairs of empty eyes, pale and worn-out faces, and a strong smell of medicine suffocated Elena.

It felt like the world here had no end.

Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out, "A patient jumped off the building!"

Those words felt like an iron weight, crashing heavily onto Elena's heart. She began to panic and turned to run out.

Timothy quickly held her back and said, "Don't worry, there are so many patients in the hospital. It can't be Annie. Let's go and ask at the front desk."

"A patient jumped off the building!" Another heart-wrenching shout came, and many nurses rushed out.

Timothy grabbed a nurse and asked, "Miss, which room was the patient in?"

The nurse hurriedly replied, "On the sixth floor."

The sixth floor?

As soon as Elena heard it, she immediately struggled to free herself from Timothy's grip and ran outside as if she had gone mad.

When Timothy entered, he mentioned that Annie lived on the sixth floor, which had a beautiful balcony overlooking the sea.

“No, it couldn't be Annie, for sure!”

Elena rushed out like a mad woman, forcefully pushing away any obstructions along the way.

While saying it wasn't Annie, she couldn't control herself from running outside.

Once out of the hallway, in the distance, she could see a group of white figures gathered on the playground below.

Elena's heart was pounding fiercely, and the air in her lungs grew thinner.

Everything around her seemed to vanish, and she only focused on those white figures.

A crowd of doctors blocked the scene, and Elena desperately pushed her way through, pleading, "Excuse me, let me through!"

Elena weakly and frantically shouted, and the people in front of her parted one by one, yet it seemed like there was an everlasting stream of backs, and she could never catch a glimpse of Annie's face.

With only one silhouette left in front of her, Elena could almost see the figure lying diagonally on the concrete floor. A large pool of blood entered her sight, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

She neared the figure on the ground, but she still couldn't see the face of that body.

She couldn't take a step forward. She found it difficult to move.

No, it couldn't be Annie. They had promised to wear matching sister outfits.

Suddenly, a pair of arms appeared behind her and forcefully dragged Elena away to a distant place.

Elena kicked and struggled with an impeccable strength, shouting, "Let go of me, let go, I need to see Annie."

Timothy held her face firmly, now standing face-to-face with her.

"Listen, maybe it's not Annie. Falling from the sixth floor, it must be a horrifying sight. Wait for me here, I'll go check and then tell you, alright?"

Elena was completely incapable of contemplating anything and simply nodded obediently.

Timothy gestured for Rami to watch over her while he himself turned and walked into the crowd.

For Elena, a few minutes felt like an endless century as she anxiously waited for Timothy to return.

Although it had only been around ten minutes since she first heard the nurse shout about someone jumping off the building, Elena felt that time stretched on indefinitely.

After a long, long time, Timothy finally emerged from the crowd, walking towards Elena in slow motion, as if the scene had been slowed down.

Anxiously, Elena ran up to him and grabbed hold of his clothes.

"It's not Annie, right?"