However, once Davey summoned them, refusing his call meant certain death. The fortunate ones survived a year or two more.

The villa's atmosphere was eerily silent. The servants moved with utmost caution, avoiding any noise.

Standing at the basement entrance, Davey's face was unreadable. He then proceeded to the master bedroom.

The servant guarding Casey's room greeted Davey with respect, "Mr. Glyn."

With a simple gesture from Davey, the servant promptly exited.

Approaching Casey's bed, Davey noticed she was still awake. She looked at him, her voice tinged with sadness. "Davey, why hasn't my mother arrived yet?"

Davey took a seat beside Casey, placing one hand gently beside her leg and using the other to smooth her tousled hair, speaking softly.

“Your mother won't be coming."

"Why not?" Casey's voice was filled with disbelief as she grabbed his hand.

Davey's eyes lingered on her hand, clasping his with trust, his heart swelling with an unfamiliar warmth. "They've traveled abroad for a holiday. Your memories are just a bit mixed up."

“My memories are mixed up?" Casey questioned, struggling to grasp the situation.

Gently caressing her hair, Davey reassured her, “Your memories will return gradually."

Casey made a face, expressing her longing, "I really want to hear from my mom. Could you get her to call me?"

"They are far away, near the Pacific border, so getting in touch right now is tricky."

Tears started to gather in Casey's eyes, and she seemed downhearted.

“Have I forgotten many things?"

Noticing her distress, Davey gently proposed, "You seem weary. Why not rest a bit more?"

Casey agreed with a nod.

Davey assisted her in getting comfortable and tucked her in. Then, he softly kissed her on the forehead. "Sleep now. I'll fill you in on what you've missed once you're awake."

Casey was taken aback. “Davey, how could you kiss me?"