Chapter 624 The little girl couldn't tell if the dried meat tasted good or not-at that moment, all she cared about was filling her empty stomach. She devoured the last piece of sausage, not letting a single morsel go to waste.
With something in her belly at last, she started to feel drowsy. Curling up tightly, she drifted off into a deep, contented sleep.
When dawn broke and the woman of the house cout, she found the string of sausage gone, while Citrine was still fast asleep.
Fuming, the woman stormed off and returned with a bucket of icy water, dumping it straight over the sleeping child.
"Citrine! Get up, you little brat!" In the freezing winter, the shock of the cold water jolted young Citrine awake, her small body shivering uncontrollably.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHilda's gaze suddenly fixed on the soaked, trembling child. Her expression changed in an instant.
Citrine? This little one was Citrine? Right then, Hilda could have slapped her former self. How could she not have recognized her own daughter? How could she have ever thought her girl was scheming or unlovable? Memories of last night's beating and the bruises on her daughter's small body filled Hilda with a murderous rage -she wanted nothing more than to tear apart the man who'd struck her, and the woman now standing in front of her.
But she was nothing more than a bystander, a silent witness trapped in her own consciousness, powerless to intervene. All she could do was watch as her daughter was abused for the simple crof stealing a string of sausage because she was starving.
Hilda's eyes burned with unshed tears.
The woman raised a thin wooden rod and brought it down hard on Citrine's back.
"Ungrateful brat! If you ever steal sausage again, I swear I'll beat you within an inch of your life!" Hilda's fury was so intense her whole body ached. She would have killed that cruel woman if she could. Suddenly, more images flooded her mind, impossible to push away. She was forced to watch them all.
For hours, Hilda's mind raced through Citrine's entire life, right up until her twenty-eighth birthday—when, as if someone had pressed pause, everything stopped.
She woke with a start, heart pounding.
How could a dream feel so real? It was as if she'd actually lived through it all, and even stranger, so much of what she'd seen overlapped almost perfectly with reality.
What was happening to her? Desperate for answers, Hilda grabbed her phone and sent her assistant a flurry of messages, demanding an immediate vei.n investigation into everything she'd witnessed in the dream.
That evening, her assistant arrived at the hospital carrying a thick stack of documents and pulled Hilda aside at the end of the corridor.
"President Saunders, I've looked into everything you asked for. The details are exactly as you described-there's no difference at all." She handed Hilda the stack of files. "Here's all the information on the people you mentioned. I've organized everything for you." Hilda forced herself to keep calm as she patted her assistant's shoulder. "Thank you. Double your salary and bonus for this period." With that, Hilda clutched the files and returned to sit alone just outside the emergency room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe flipped through the documents, page by page, her expression growing darker with each one.
Every piece of information matched of what she'd seen. None of it was a dream-so what on earth was happening? She reread the files again and again, her thoughts a tangled mess.
Then, a hoarse voice sounded behind her.
"There's no need to check. Everything you dreamed was real." Raymond glanced at the files in Hilda's hands as he spoke.
Ever since Citrine's accident, Raymond looked like a shadow oret
himself, his voice so rough it sounded like gravel scraping on m stone. The sound startled Hilda. "What are you talking about?" she asked, suspicion clouding her eyes.
Even as she spoke, a realization dawned on her. Her eyes widened! Her eyes "Raymond how do you know I had a dream?" Raymond fell silent for a moment before answering. "Because I've dreamed it all too."