Chapter 738



Meanwhile, Kallie had tracked Jake down, thanks to Calvin’s help.

When Kallie spotted Jake standing in front of the derelict villa, her heart skipped a beat. She rushed over with her team. Jake stood frozen in front of an abandoned villa, lost in thought. His hair and eyelashes sparkled with morning dew, making it clear he had been there for a while.

As Kallie looked at the familiar, decaying building, memories washed over her.

Calvin tugged on Kallie’s hand, his eyes wide with curiosity. “Mom, where are we?”

Kallie smiled softly at him. “This is where your father and I used to live. It belonged to your great-grandfather. He was an important figure in our family.”

“Great-grandfather?” Calvin repeated, his small mind struggling to grasp the weight of the history.

Kallie had never shared much about her past with Calvin.

Kallie hadn’t visited Roderick’s grave in years.

Kallie knelt, patting Calvin’s head gently. “Wait here for me. I’ll be back soon.”

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․çоm, where stories thrive At Kallie’s approaching footsteps, Jake’s gaze cleared. He turned around. His subsequent words caught her off guard. “You aren’t Sarah.”

Kallie’s brow furrowed for a moment before realization dawned. “Is that what they told you? So all this time, you thought I was Sarah? The woman you hated?”

Jake nodded slowly, his eyes filled with questions. He stepped closer to her, his voice barely a whisper. “Then, who are you?” His hand pressed to his temple as if trying to remember something that wouldn’t come. “I feel like I should know you. I ended up here without realizing it, almost like something was calling me back. Standing here, I… I remember flashes. I see myself living here with other people. You were one of them. But whenever I try to remember more, my head… It hurts.”

Kallie’s breath caught in her throat. “Have you forgotten the past?”

Jake pressed his lips together, realizing he had said too much. He decided to drop the topic. Elma was still in Cara’s hands, and he couldn’t risk any revelations that might jeopardize his plan. His expression shifted, and he quickly said, “I’ve got something to handle. I am leaving.”

With that, he quickly started to walk away.

But Kallie reached out, grabbing his arm. “You can’t leave just yet. You have to help me save Sophie and Elma. They’re in danger. You know they’re your children.”

Jake froze, disbelief washing over him. “What did you just say?” Kallie hurriedly explained, the words tumbling out of her in a rush. “This is all Cara’s doing. I don’t know what she’s planning, but Sophie is your eldest daughter. You can’t abandon her. I can’t manage the rescue alone. They’re in Cara’s custody, and if I make the wrong move, it’ll only make things worse. You have to intervene and save them, Jake.”

Jake’s expression darkened, his focus sharpening. “Get in the car. I’m coming with you.”

As they got into the car, Jake held Kallie’s hand, and fragments of blurry but persistent memories flared up in his mind. But as he tried to grasp them, his head pounded fiercely, forcing the memories back behind a veil.

“So, tell me, what’s your name?” Jake glanced at Kallie.

Kallie hesitated, her voice a whisper. “I’m Kallie.”

Suddenly, something broke inside Jake’s mind, and a low hum filled his ears. His head felt like it was splitting apart. Kallie. This familiar name was everything he had been searching for. But why? Why had he been looking for her? Why did they have children together? What had he forgotten? Who was she, and what kind of history did they share?

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