The Broken Warrior's Daughter

Chapter 654

"Mom... please, just tell me the truth about what happened back then. I know you've been hiding something from me."

"Harriet, you..." Miriam was taken aback.

She was about to offer some excuses but saw her daughter frowning with an urgent expression.

"Mom, please tell me. These are my memories after all. Losing them feels terrible. I have the right to know the truth, don't I?"

After hearing that, Miriam was somewhat hesitant.

She really didn't want Harriet to suffer another blow, but...

Harriet was right. She had the right to know the truth.

Miriam sighed, and the tight grip of her teeth eventually loosened.

"You should have the silver needles I gave you. Take them out." Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Harriet breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled out a few short but delicate silver needles from her belt.

"One is enough. Extend your hand."

Miriam then used the silver needle to help Harriet unlock her memories.

As the memories flooded back, it felt like a dam bursting open, crashing fiercely onto the ground.

The impact caused Harriet to furrow her brow immediately.

Her face contorted in pain as she tried to alleviate it by massaging her temples, but the pain only intensified.

The flood of memories was overwhelming. She couldn't bear the sudden rush of restored memories.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

She gradually recalled her childhood meeting with Delbert and the scene of Clifton stabbing her mother before her very eyes.

The jumble of memories caused unbearable pain and anguish for her.

"Harriet, are you alright?"

Miriam was extremely anxious seeing her struggle to recover. She couldn't help but feel uneasy.

But at this moment, Harriet couldn't hear anything.

Scenes from the past flashed through her mind like a movie reel.

Her head throbbed unbearably.

These memories were like knives piercing her heart one after another.

The pain of recollection outweighed the headache.

She couldn't accept that she had witnessed her father stabbing her mother in front of her eyes.

Although her mother didn't die, she couldn't come to terms with it.

She couldn't bear seeing everything happen before her eyes and feeling powerless to stop it.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I need some air."

Harriet rushed out of the ward without any obstruction, tears falling like broken beads.

This was still a hospital. Although she was heartbroken, she maintained composure.

She wiped away her tears, left her mother's room, turned away, then saw Delbert standing in the corridor.

"Harriet, what's wrong?"

Delbert smiled slightly at her but seeing her tear-streaked face, his eyes filled with concern.

He opened his arms towards her.

Harriet instinctively threw herself into them.

As she caught a whiff of his familiar scent, tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Delbert, tell me why that happened? And I forgot everything. I'm such a fool!"

The woman in his arms trembled continuously, breaking into tears without reservation.

Delbert knew what had happened and furrowed his brows.

He felt deeply sorry for Harriet's suffering but couldn't share it with her.

He gently patted her back to soothe her emotions.

"Harriet, it's okay. I'm here for you!"