Chapter 758 Go Explain to the Kids
Isabella hummed, "Got it."
After hanging up, she just sat there, dazed.
Then she snapped out of it and muttered, "Could Harold really have done this?" Her eyes, filled with disbelief, started to well up.
From Harold's tone earlier, she could tell he was definitely involved. But she didn't want to believe that the kind Harold she knew could actually commit murder!
Antonio raised an eyebrow and said, "Haven't you already figured it out?"
No words could compare to the truth she had seen. Isabella now fully believed in Harold's true nature, even though it was hard to accept.
Realizing this, Isabella clutched the blanket tightly, recalling what Antonio had said before, and felt a wave of fear.
One day, if she became useless to Harold, he wouldn't hesitate to harm her too, right?
Antonio saw her expression and didn't say more. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a phone, and handed it to her. "Harold is very suspicious. Contact me if anything happens."
Isabella took it and nodded. "Okay."
"I'll leave now. Get some rest."
Antonio left the hospital and called Sarah while driving. "Everything's set. We should see results soon."
The phone he gave Isabella had the latest monitoring system. Whatever Harold said to her, they'd know immediately.
"Okay." Sarah paused, "So where are you headed now?"
"Home." Antonio could almost picture her expression and chuckled, "I need to explain things to the kids first. Otherwise, they'll freak out when they see the news in the morning."
After all, the "Sarah" in the hospital was already dead.
Even though the kids knew it wasn't the real Sarah, seeing such news would still scare them.
Sarah agreed, "Yeah, you need to explain it to them properly."
Otherwise, the kids might really overthink it.
Antonio responded, urging her to get some rest.
Sarah hadn't been resting well these past few days. Cynthia was about to have surgery.
Despite having caregivers and Mary and Timothy around, she couldn't rely on them for everything. Most of the tasks still fell on her.
After hanging up, she pulled herself together and went back to the ward.
Mary was there, and Cynthia was throwing a tantrum, with the caregiver patiently coaxing her.Cynthia yelled, "I want to go out!"
Not getting a response from others, she continued, "I don't care, I just want to go out!"
Sarah quickly walked over and gently said, "How about we go out in a couple of days? You need to get better, Aunt Cynthia. Once you're well, you can go anywhere you want."
"No." Cynthia tugged at her sleeve, looking pitiful, insisting, "I just want to go out and play."
Mary also tried to persuade her.
But Cynthia wouldn't listen, staying stubborn.
Sarah sighed, "It's still early. How about we take her out for a walk? Mary, if you have something to do, you can go first."
Mary said, "It's fine, Sarah. I don't have classes today. Cynthia has probably been cooped up for too long. Taking her out for a walk might be good. After all, she has surgery tomorrow, and it's important to keep her in good spirits."
There was a park near the hospital, so they decided to take Cynthia out for a stroll.
Cynthia's condition was stable, but she was childlike, chasing after a small bug if she saw one.
Cynthia walked ahead, while Sarah and Mary chatted casually.
Mary said, "Cynthia must know someone in Marshall City, right?"
Otherwise, how could she have ended up in the sanatorium in her condition.
Sarah shook her head and sighed, "We don't know. We've been investigating, but no clues yet."
Hearing that, Mary didn't know what to say.
Cynthia's current personality was actually quite sweet, but Mary felt that Cynthia's past experiences were not simple. If someone had hurt her, they should pay for it.
They didn't say anything more, sitting on a nearby bench, watching Cynthia play with flowers and grass.
At that moment, a middle-aged woman named Claire, carrying a large bag, walked by.
She took a few steps, stopped, and then turned back.
Claire stared at Cynthia in confusion, circling around to look at her face, muttering, "Why does she look so familiar?"
"Excuse me." Sarah didn't hear what she was saying and stood up to ask, "Is there something you need?"
"No... nothing."
Claire looked Sarah up and down, and smiled awkwardly, "She just looks a lot like an old friend of mine. Maybe I was mistaken. Sorry to bother you."
She was about to leave.
But Sarah and Mary exchanged a quick glance.
"Wait!"
Sarah hurriedly called out to her, her heart racing with a guess, "May I ask, what is your old friend's name?"
Claire's eyes darted between them and uttered, "Cynthia."
"That's great!" Sarah exclaimed excitedly, "You didn't mistake her. She is exactly Cynthia."
Claire seemed incredulous, staring at Cynthia for a long time. "It's really her?"
The person in front of her looked like Cynthia but was clearly not mentally sound. How did she end up like this?
Seeing her shock, Sarah felt helpless and then explained to Claire, "Madam, Cynthia is ill. I just found her recently. She has been living in a sanatorium and is about to have surgery."
Hearing that, Claire still couldn't believe it, moving closer to Cynthia and examining her carefully.
"It is her!" She confirmed the identity, tears welling up, asking, "How did she end up like this?"
Sarah shook her head helplessly. It was too complicated to explain in a few words, and she didn't know much herself. "How should we address you? If you have time, could you tell me about Cynthia's past?"
"My name is Claire." Claire wiped her eyes, saying, "I'm available now. What do you want to know?"
She had been good friends with Cynthia back then. They lost contact suddenly, and she didn't know where to find her, not even having any contact information. As time passed, she had to give up.
"It's really fate." She looked at Cynthia, feeling a bit dazed, murmuring, "Cynthia was proud and beautiful back then. Who would have thought she would..."
Mary helped Cynthia up, feeling complicated as she listened to Claire. "Sorry, Claire, Cynthia probably doesn't recognize you now."
"It's okay."
Claire held Cynthia's hand, feeling a small scar on her pinky finger. Memories flooded back, and she smiled bitterly, "I remember that Cynthia got this scar while helping me back then."
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