Chapter 747



There were still so many things Kallie needed to handle. Thus, Edgar could only offer words of solace, hoping to lighten her heart. Perceiving his intentions, Kallie simply smiled and said, “Don’t worry about me. I’m holding up well. In fact, I even dreamt about Jake. He reassured me that he was doing fine and urged me to have faith in him. I’m okay. If I can see him in my dreams, that’s more than enough. At least his face will remain etched in my memory.”

Edgar’s heart broke with each passing moment. He had witnessed the trials and tribulations Jake and Kallie had faced together. Steeling himself, he declared, “Please rest assured, even if it’s only his body, I’ll bring him back to you.”

Kallie responded with a gentle smile, choosing silence over words.

Kallie tenderly stroked Elma, who lay unmoving on the hospital bed. Many days had passed, but Elma showed no indications of waking up.

Seeing Elma’s pale little face made Kallie’s heart twist with pain. At that moment, all she could offer was a gentle kiss on Elma’s cheek. If fate allowed, she would gladly trade her life for Jake’s and Elma’s, wishing for their safety and well-being.

After sitting for what felt like an eternity, dizziness swirled in Kallie’s head like a storm. Rising to her feet, Kallie intended to splash some water on her face to wash away the haze clouding her mind.

As she made her way, she suddenly spotted a figure standing not too far away. It was… It was none other than Jake. His smile radiated warmth, just as it always had. The instant he saw Kallie, he strode toward her with quick steps.

“Jake.” Kallie’s voice trembled as she called out to him, a desperate urge to rush into his arms swelling within her. But just as she reached out, he vanished into thin air. Suddenly, Kallie was startled by the sound of Elma’s voice echoing from the hospital room.

Hurrying back, Kallie discovered that Elma, who had been in a coma, had finally awakened.

Elma glanced around, visibly disoriented. Upon spotting Kallie, she timidly murmured, “Auntie.”

Tears of joy cascaded down Kallie’s cheeks as she rushed to envelop Elma in a gentle embrace, careful not to squeeze Elma too tightly.

Feeling Elma in her arms, Kallie knew this moment was real, not a mere dream. “Good girl. I’m not Auntie. I’m your mother, your real mother. Can you call me mom?” Kallie gazed at Elma expectantly, who met her gaze with a complex expression in her eyes.

Understanding Elma’s hesitation, Kallie couldn’t help but smile wistfully. However, she wasn’t offended. She tenderly smoothed Elma’s hair. “It’s alright. I will hold on for the day you accept me. I suppose it’s my fault for rushing things.”

Elma found herself at a loss for words, unable to articulate the swirl of emotions within her. The only vivid memory she had was of Cara kidnapping her and Sophie. Overwhelmed by the agony and terror coursing through her, she gradually slipped into unconsciousness, leaving her with no recollection of what transpired afterward. Now, as she finally opened her eyes, Kallie was here, telling her that she was her mother.

Elma was convinced this had to be a fleeting dream. It had to be fake. If she were to accept it as reality, the thought of waking up from this pleasant dream would plunge her into sadness.

Outside, the rain fell in torrents, drumming against the windows like a restless heart. Meanwhile, Jake awoke with a start, his eyes fluttering open to find himself enveloped in unfamiliar surroundings.

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