“What?” Xia Wei’s eyes were full of doubt, not even half believing this, “Butler Han, do you think I’m a three-year-old child? Would you believe in this kind of coincidence?”
“Second Miss, if you don’t believe me, I can’t help it, that’s the way it is, Madam she is the young master picked up, if you don’t believe me you can go check.”
“Of course I’m going to check!”
Xavier was furious.
Take a step back, even if this woman who looks exactly like Lucy Chambers is really another person picked up by Sun Huck, it really is such a coincidence that she has the same face as that woman.
Even if that were true, she didn’t believe that Sun Huck would put that obsessive to twisted love completely on this woman.
He has been thinking about Lucy Chambers for so many years, doing whatever it takes, even willing to approach Lucy Chambers who has changed her face to become Amelia Bright, how can she be charmed just because of her skin?
You know, Chambers expects that face with makeup and Lucy Chambers is the same, Sun Huck’s attitude towards her at first is simply disgusting.
“Second Miss, just listen to me, don’t go against the young master, the young master he has just one wish, it’s not easy to achieve, he will live a good life in the future, why do you need it.”
Xavier raised his eyebrows, “I can understand him wanting Lucy Chambers, but I need to know the truth about what’s going on with this woman.”
“Second Miss …”
Han butler is an old stubborn, grew up watching Sun Huck, all the energy is put into cultivating this young master, so no matter what Sun Huck ordered, he did as he was told, Xia Wei knows, in his here, it is impossible to ask anything out.
“OK, you don’t say yes, I’ll ask myself.”
After saying that, Xia Wei walked towards the second floor.
“Second Miss, Madam is not well, you can’t go.”
Xia Wei is very good, three or two steps to avoid the housekeeper straight up the stairs, ‘Duk Duk Duk’ knocking on Lucy Chambers’ bedroom door, “Open the door.”
“Second Miss.”
Han butler panting to follow up, Lucy Chambers has opened the door, wearing warm navy blue velvet pajamas standing behind the door, skin is lined with snow white flawless, clear and beautiful features have little blood, adding a few soft and pitiful.
Xia Wei frowned, although the same face, but this woman and Lucy Chambers temperament is indeed not quite the same, half of the cold and arrogant.
Lucy Chambers asks, “Is something wrong?”
Xia Wei came back to her senses and said in an overbearing manner, “I have something to ask you, is it convenient to go in?”
“Madam, you rest, Second Miss, Second Miss you come down with me, don’t disturb Madam.”
“I just want to ask to see, this young lady is the Han family which kind of lady, I, as a young aunt, have never seen.”
With a clear statement, Lucy Chambers’ face changed slightly and she moved out of the way, “Come in and talk.”
The door of the room closed with a ‘bang’.
Outside the door, the housekeeper, blue in the face, hurriedly fumbled for his cell phone to call Sun Huck.
Isn’t this going to be a problem?
In the bedroom, Xia Wei was very ‘hostess’ as soon as she entered and took a seat on the sofa.
“Sit down.” She said.
Such actions make Lucy Chambers feel like an outsider, but isn’t this her and Sun Huck’s home?
But she sat down anyway, on the single sofa, angled towards Xavier.
Lucy Chambers asks, “You said you’ve never seen me before?”
Xia Wei’s face was contemptuous, “You mean you’ve seen me?”
No matter what the identity of this woman is, since she can turn Sun Huck’s soul upside down, it is certainly not an ordinary person, since it is not an ordinary person, it is impossible for her to have a good face to her.
This question is actually very simple, Lucy Chambers but showed a difficult look, “I can not say, as if I have seen you, and as if not.”
“What seems to be there and not there, say it straight, how much do you want to leave Alan.”
“Alan?” Lucy Chambers froze again, “Who’s Alan?”
“You don’t even know my brother’s English name? And you dare to call yourself the hostess of this place? I say miss, where do you come from, this place in Hounslow is not for a silly white girl like you.”
“Is Dongxu’s English name … called Alan?” Lucy Chambers became more and more puzzled.
Alan the name, the brain also seems to have an impression, but how can not be linked to Sun Huck, as if in the original memory of the two names is no relationship between the same.
Looking at her with a bewildered look, Xia Wei’s brow furrowed.
“How come you don’t know anything, do you know who you are?”
Lucy Chambers shook her head slowly, but then said, “Aren’t I Lucy Chambers? Dong Xu’s wife, little orange’s mother.”
“Huh?” Xia Wei laughed, a nonchalant laugh, “Who told you that?”
“Isn’t it?”
“Of course not,” Xia Wei squared up, “I don’t care if you really have amnesia or fake amnesia, and I don’t care where you actually came from, I’m telling you right now, you have nothing halfway to do with our Han family, little orange was born seven years ago I was outside the delivery room, the person who gave birth to her was the Han family’s explicitly married Mrs. Han, even if she’s divorced, she can’t be replaced by you.”
Suddenly, Lucy Chambers’ mind gradually became confused.
What Sun Huck said to her, instilled in her what was originally a memory of nothingness, and fragmented memories of her former self, plus what Xia Wei said at this moment, all mixed into a mess, she could not tell who was telling the truth and who was telling lies.
“So who am I … that I am?”
“You’re asking me? I was going to ask you.”
When she heard these words, Lucy Chambers saw the scene before her eyes began to become distorted, as if heaven and earth were spinning, her temples began to burst with pain, her head hurt so much ah.
“Hey! Hey!”
The twisted figure in front of her suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked briskly toward her, and a panicked voice came to her ears, “Hey, what’s wrong with you? Someone, housekeeper Han, someone come quickly.”
Lucy Chambers is caught in a very long dream, jumping from one dream into another deeper dream, and can’t seem to get out.
In her dream, she saw herself growing up in excellent living conditions, guilty of having gentle and loving parents, the most quirky friends, privileged living conditions, and a life path that everyone envied.
But in the dream, she saw again in the miserable wind and rain, a thin figure kneeling in the rain, being a woman sternly lectured, next to the father-like man with a cold face.
In her dream, she saw herself nestled on the chest of a man who was especially kind to her, and they traveled together to places with beautiful scenery, and he accommodated all her capriciousness and coldness.
But in her dream, she saw another man undulating in another woman’s bed, and they were both kneeling in front of her, and the woman begged herself to make them whole, and the heartache was particularly vivid in her memory.
In all these dreams, there is a vague figure that is more familiar than any dream, but there is always a fog between such a figure and her.
What’s real? What is fake?
Who are you really?