Chapter 1286
“Mom… I finally found you. I’m Elliana, your daughter.”
Her daughter? Rita stared hard at Elliana’s face, searching her mind desperately for even one clear memory. But the harder she tried, the sharper the pain became, until her head throbbed.
Seeing the distress on her mother’s face, Elliana rushed to comfort her.
“It’s okay. You have amnesia. You don’t remember, but we’ll fix that. Don’t push yourself.”
She took out a worn photo from her pocket and placed it in Rita’s hands.
“Here. This is me when I was five. You were holding me.”
Rita studied the picture. The woman smiling in it was unmistakably her younger self. A spark of excitement lit in her eyes. She looked up, breath unsteady.
“Are you truly my daughter?”
“Of course. And you have a son,” Elliana said warmly. She took out a second photo—this time of Milton—and passed it to Rita.
“This is your son. His name is Milton.”
Rita’s breath caught the moment she saw his face. She didn’t doubt it for a second. His features matched hers so clearly. People always said boys resembled their mothers, and this picture was proof.
Overwhelmed, Rita reached out and held Elliana’s hands tightly.
“I’m so sorry… I lost my memory. I forgot everything.”
Elliana felt warmth settle in her chest. For the first time in years, she felt whole. Tears glimmered, but her smile was steady.
“Mom, none of this is your fault. What matters is that I’ve finally found you. Our family will be together again,” she said softly.
She pulled out one more photo—Arthur’s.
“This is Dad. He loved you.”
“More than anything, and you loved him just as much. He’s been searching for you all these years.”
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Hearing Elliana’s words, Rita’s throat tightened, and no words came out.
Ten years ago, Rita had woken up in an unfamiliar place, her memories wiped clean like a blank page. She had no idea where she came from or what she had been through.
All this time, she had thought she was a drifter—someone forgotten by the world. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she once had a family like this. A beautiful daughter. A handsome son. A husband who loved her deeply. To top it all off, her daughter was none other than the world-renowned Milena. It almost felt unreal, like a dream she was afraid to wake from.
Rita stared intently at Arthur’s photo, a sense of familiarity growing within her, a love that felt bone-deep. The man had sharp brows, bright eyes, and a commanding presence—exactly her type. This was her husband. His name was…
His name hovered at the edge of her mind, familiar yet unreachable.
“Elliana, what’s your father’s name?” she finally asked.
But as soon as the name Elliana left her lips, she froze. It had come out so naturally, as if her heart already knew it.
Elliana’s face brightened.
“Mom, Dad’s name is Arthur Campbell. He’s the current head of the Sun Group.”
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