The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 258

Robert told her to get some sleep, to rest well, but how could she possibly sleep?

She leaned against the bed, turned off the light, and even though she tried to listen to Robert and not think about anything, her mind was still racing.

Her body was indeed extremely exhausted, and she tried to close her eyes to see if she could sleep a little to conserve her strength, but as soon as her consciousness started to fade, she would dream. She dreamed of her grandmother’s face, dreamed of her grandmother calling “Lucille,” saying “Lucille, save me.”

She would immediately be startled awake, her heart pounding in the darkness as if it were about to burst.

In the dream, her grandmother was so thin her features were distorted, wearing blue clothes, her body hunched over, murmuring to her for help.

So clear.

She had never dreamed of someone so clearly before, so clear that she could see every wrinkle on her face, every white hair on her head.

So clear that it made her heart ache even in the dream.

When she woke up, she pressed hard on her chest, crying silently in the dark: Grandma, where on earth are you?

She tossed and turned like this all night.

She drifted between the torment of sleeplessness and recurring dreams, always dreaming of the same scene. She even felt that her grandmother was really going through everything in the dream.

Unexpectedly, in the morning, she actually received a message.

A strange number sent her a friend request with the note: Want to know where your grandma is?

Her exhausted body was suddenly energized. She accepted without hesitation and fired off questions: Where’s my grandma?

Who are you?

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The person on the other end didn’t answer her, just sent a video.

Lucille opened the video and almost broke down.

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In the video, her grandmother was in a dilapidated room in some gloomy, unknown place, lying on her side on a pitch–black bed, her whole body hunched over, as thin as a withered branch. How long had it been? Her hair, which originally had only a few silver strands, was now mostly white!

She had clearly video–chatted with her grandmother right before boarding her flight!

She didn’t have this much white hair back then!

If the camera hadn’t been zoomed in on her grandmother’s face, she wouldn’t have believed it was her!

But it really was!

Her grandmother was so thin she was barely recognizable. Her face was just as she had dreamed it: her features almost distorted, her eye sockets deeply sunken, her skin dry, dark, and rough, with wrinkles like the cracked bark of an old tree.

Tears streamed down her face as she watched the video. The hand holding her phone trembled as she typed, crying and shaking while furiously demanding: Who the hell are you!

Where are you hiding my grandmother?

What do you want?

The person on the other end replied with a sentence: Did you get a good look?

That’s your grandmother, right?

Cut the crap!

Lucille furiously sent the short reply.

The person then sent a reply: Thirty million.

Without a second thought, Lucille replied: The account number!

As long as she had the account number, she could find out who they were

But the other person obviously didn’t want to reveal their identity: A bank account was out of the question.

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