Chapter 6 Have Demi Clean the Dirty Shoes
The man noticed Demi’s gaze and stared back at her.
Demi found herself facing a pair of derp, cold eyes She quickly realized that staring at someone like that was impolite, so she swiftly averted her gaze.
The man also immediately withdrew his gaze.
“You guys should have another child while you’re still young,” the man said into the phone.
When Demi heard the voice coming from the car behind her, she couldn’t help burrüt her head.
Why did she feel like she had seen that man before? He seemed so familiar…
Moreover, she kept feeling like he was someone important to her. But why couldn’t she recall who he was?
She couldn’t help but turn back and look at that man again. Demi had keen senses, and even from a distance, she could still clearly see the man’s face.
it wasn’t until the car drove away that she snapped back to reality.
Who exactly was that? Was it just a mistaken feeling, or did she really know him?
Demi spent the rest of the journey lost in her thoughts, yet she still couldn’t recall
Then again, it had been 3oo years. Even if she did know him, it was entirely possible that she had forgotten who he was
It wasn’t until Demi almost returned home that she remembered something very important. She had forgotten to ask Ana to return the protective charm necklace That Margaret had given her.
It had somehow slipped out from her collar when she had gotten out of the car. When Anaw it, she had immediately reached out to take it from her. “Hey, what’s that? Let me ser.
“It’s my protective charm,” Demi had replied.
She didn’t want to give it to Alla because it was a gift from Margaret. It felt wrong to just let someone else touch it.
But Michelle wasn’t pleased by her refusal. She had asked, “Isn’t it just a necklace? What’s the big deal with letting Annie take a look? Are you afraid it won’t be eturned? I’ve told you many times that you need to stop being so petty!
As she didn’t want to upset Michelle, Demi had reluctantly taken it off and handed it to Ana
Then, Ana had just put it on and never returned it, even after a long time.
Demi had wanted to ask Ana back for it, but she had felt too embarrassed to speak up. She thought that Ana would eventually take it off and give it back to her after awhile
At that time, Demi was always used to trying to please the Puts and was too scared to upset them. Looking back, she felt extremely foolish
And then, the car accident happened.
The necklace had stayed on her mind for the past 30 years. Every time she thought about it, it felt like there was a
The next time she saw Ana, she would definitely get it back.
Demi made a silent reminder to herself
sa lump stuck in her throat.
After giving Margaret some needling therapy, Demi returned to her room and decided to tidy it up a bit.
Although Margaret had cleaned and organized the house well, it had been so long that Demi had forgotten where she put some of her things–like just now, when sheld to use her Divine Sense to find clothes to wear.
She also needed to sort out which items were usable and which weren’t
Their house was small and had few things. Demi was highly efficient, so it didn’t take long to tidy up.
“Hmm? What’s this?” Demi blinked in surprise, holding an emerald figurine.
Given her previous situation, she wouldn’t have had such a valuable item. She carefully examined the emerald figurine. It had straight, sharp brows, twinkding. yes, and a serious expression, but the carving was slightly rough.
Who would be so extravagant as to use top–quality emeralds to practice their carving skills?
Of course, when Demi referred to “top–quality“, she meant in this world. Back in the world of cultivation, the emerald in her hand couldn’t even be compared.
But that didn’t matter now. The important question was, how did such an expensive emerald figurine end up in her cabinet? Did Margaret put it in there sometime later on?
I woke up.
She would ask Margaret once she
As Dem placed the emerald figurine back into its box, her gaze glazed over slightly.
Why did the emerald figurine’s face look familiar?
She tilted her head in confusion.
Was it because she had just returned to this world? Why did everything feel familiar, yet she couldn’t remember?
Chapter & Have Demi Clean the Dirty Shoes
When Michelle and the others returned to the Pitt residence in Lynora City, they found that Stephen and Harold were already back
Michelle asked with a hint of excitement, “Honey, do you know who we ran into in Lindton?
The reason Michelle was so excited was because she could clear her name. Not only had the police treated her as a murder suspect, but her husband also had many complaints and dissatisfaction against her. Even her own sons were unhappy with her
After all, she was the one who had closed the car door, resulting in everything that had happened to be her fault.
Since Demi wasn’t dead, Michelle could finally clear her name.
“Who did you run into?” Stephen asked without even lifting
itting his head. He was still focused on the newspaper in his hand, looking uninterested.
“We ran into Demi,” Michelle said, emphasizing each word clearly.
Stephen paused, his hand gripping the newspaper. He quickly turned to look at Michelle, who approached him.
“Who? Demi? You saw Demi?” Stephen asked, afraid he had misheard,
“That’s right, honey.” Michelle then described what had happened in detail.
Daniel added, “Later, I chased after her with Thomas, but it seemed like she really resented us and didn’t want to come back with us.”
“She definitely thinks I did it on purpose!” Michelle showed a hurt expression. “How could she think that? I’m ber biological…”
The word “mother” was unsaid as, at that moment, a set of hurried footsteps sounded. The youngest son of the Pitt family, Robert Pitt, ran down the stairs Michelle immediately stopped what she was about to say.
Robert was young and had a capricious personality, which was why the Pitt family didn’t tell him about Demi’s and Ana’s real identities. He was the only one in the family who didn’t know the truth.
Daniel’s gaze flickered slightly as he thought about what his mother had just said.
He had already asked Thomas about his conversation with Demi, so he knew that Demi thought they were only interested in accompanying Ana for contract negotiations and weren’t actually heartbroken.
Daniel reflected on this for a moment. Maybe their expressions really did seem like they didn’t care about Demi
After all, misunderstandings couldn’t have formed overnight–their countless similar actions might have made Demi feel that they had intentionally wanted to kill her.
“By the way, where’s Demi? It’s been two days, and I haven’t seen her! I’m craving the food she cooks,” Robert remarked casually as he came down the stairs. The Pitt family stiffened for a moment.
“Demi had to go home because of some things,” Daniel explained.
“Call her, and tell her to hurry back! My special pair of limited–edition sneakers got dirty. She’s so meticulous; she cleans clothes and shoes the best! I can only trust her to do it,” Robert said matter–of–factly.
Chapter 7 She Can’t Recall Her Savior
“Enough! Stop talking nonsense. If your sneakers are dirty, hurve Abigail clean them! Don’t always think about ordering Demi around!” Stephen scolded with a
(housekeeper Who else can order around it not her?” Robert replied, looking confused.
Danielshot Robert a sharp glare, signalling to him to shut up.
Over in Linton, Margaret finally woke up after three consecutive days of acupuncture. When she awoke, Demi was still inserting needles into her
When Margaopened her eyes and saw the girl betair ber, after a moment of hesitation, she tentatively called out, “Demi?”
“Candma, it’s me. Why? Have you forgotten me that quickly?” Demni smiled..
Why did you come back? This place is so far. Margaret said, trembling as she raised her hand, wanting to touch her granddaughter.
Demi lowered her head cooperatively to let Margaret touch her.
Margaret stroked Demi’s hair and face, finally feeling her real presence.
“Did the neighbors call and tell you I was sick?” Margaret asked hoarsely. “Iclearly told them not to.”
Demi turned around and poured a glass of water for her grandmother. Then, she placed two pillows behind Margaret for support and brought the glass to her lips.
“No, I just wanted to come back to visit you. Grandma, why didn’t you call me when you weren’t feeling well? And why wouldn’t you let anyone else tell me?What If something had happened?
Demi looked at Margaret with a hint of reproach.
If she hadn’t been reborn, she and her grandmother would have died in separate tragedies–one consumed by flames, the other wasting away alone in bed–neve to see each other again.
The thought of this made Demi’s eyes well up with tears.
an
“At my age and with this body, it’s about time for me to meet maker, But I just couldn’t let go of Timmy.” Margaret turned to look at Timothy, who was sitting quietly by the bedside and fiddling with a Rubik’s Cube.
Timothy raised his head and looked at Margaret.
“Grandma!” Demi frowned with displeasure as she gazed at Margatet. “Can you stop talking about life and death all the time? It’s unlucky”
Margaret chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, alright, I won’t talk about that.”
At the next moment, confusion filled bat expression. “But how did my illness get better?
The truth was that she had seen a doctor before she had fallen unconscious. The doctor had told her that the blood vessels in her brain could rupture at any moment, leading to an immediate conta. Then, she would be beyond saving by any god.
The doctor had also said that if the condition had been addressed years earlier, there might have been a chance of treatment, but now, it was hopeless.
For one, her advanced age made her unable to withstand surgery. Then, the blood clots in her brain were too severe for surgical intervention. Demi had no chance to respond to that before Tinethy suddenly jumped up, grabbed a mirror from the window, and held it in front of Margaret.
Margaret une the dozen or so golden needles on her head glinting under the sunlight.
“Did you find a traditional medicine doctor?” Margaret asked, turning to Demi
Timothy painted at Demi.
Demi chuckled. Her brother had become much more Lively than before
Margaret glanced at Timothy, then looked back at Demi in confusion. “Demi, did you hire a traditional medicine doctor?”
That didn’t seem right to her. She had already consulted the well–known traditional medicine practitioners nearby, and they had all said that there was nothing they could do.
“No, Grandma. I’ve leamed a bit about traditional medicine, sotted a few acupuncture techniques. It seems like it worked pretty well,” Demi replied with a
Margaret stared at her granddaughter, who seemed to
to glow under the sunlight, and she was stunned for a few moments
“Oh, it was you.” Margaret was momentarily dared before breaking into a contented smile. “Letting you go into the big city was a good Idea You’ve only been eone a year, and you’ve already leamed acupuncture
Demi smiled and chose not to explain further.
“Your parents and family treat you well, right?” Margaret asked with a smile.
Even though she had already asked this, Margaret felt she already knew the answer within her.
“Look at me, asking such questions. Of course they treat you well. They’re your biological parents and brothers, after all!” Margaret smiled kindly
*I still want to stay with you and Timmy, Dersi said softly
She didn’t want to burden her grandmother with unpleasant things and make her worry unnecessarily. At least for now, while Margaret was still sick, she had to
