The nurse saw Nicole's fatigue-lined face and said in a sympathetic voice, "Miss Lawrence, why don't you go back home and catch some rest? You must be tired from work, and you live so far away. You just visited yesterday, and you came here again today. You must be exhausted."

The nurse wasn't aware of the nature of Nicole's job. Nicole couldn't exactly admit to it, so she just said she was at work and often had late nights.

Concerned about Nicole's health, the nurse once again reassured, “Miss Lawrence, don't worry. I'll take good care of your mother."

Nicole replied with a nod, “Thank you for your efforts. Please call me if anything happens."

"Sure, Miss Lawrence."

Nicole got to her feet and studied Dora, who was sleeping peacefully, her eyes closed.

The reluctance was clear in Nicole's voice as she said, "Mom, I'm going. Take care of yourself. I hope that every time I come to visit you, you're healthy."

Nicole knew that Dora couldn't understand her words, but she still talked every time before she left, hoping that one day Dora would remember her.

A part of Nicole deemed Dora's current condition as a blessing. If Dora still had her memories, she would remember that her husband had met his death from a leap from the building, her daughter was in trouble, and her only grandson was in the clutches of the enemy.

There was no way her obstinate personality would be able to stand it.

That was the reason Nicole hoped these painful memories would remain lost forever.

Nicole walked out of the sanatorium, completely drained. It was still early, and she decided to head back and handle some work matters for a while, not wanting to impose on Jemma.

She took out her phone and ordered a taxi. She had barely waited at the entrance for five minutes when the car arrived.

Nicole opened the car's door and got into the back seat. The driver in the front was wearing a mask, prompting her to regard him suspiciously.

Sensing Nicole's scrutinize, the driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror and apologized, “I'm sorry, miss. I have a cold, and I don't want to pass it on to you."

Nicole just nodded, not thinking much of it. Since she had booked the Uber with her phone, the entire trip was being tracked, and there was a one-click emergency call feature. This made her feel secure, and she soon dozed off in the back seat.

Nicole had no idea how long she'd been out until she suddenly startled awake. She thought she might have heard the driver on a phone call, but when she fully awoke, she saw he was still masked and focused on driving. She wondered if she had just dreamed it.

She looked out the window and saw the gray sky, a sign that rain might start soon.

Nicole stared out for a moment and sensed that something was off.

She quickly checked her phone and asked, “Sir, are we on the right road?"