Chapter 276: The hope
Bella pondered over his words, letting them sink in. Perhaps returning to work would inject some vitality into her hollow existence. Maybe it would trigger the return of her lost memories. And if it didn’t, at least she could carve out new ones.
"Okay," she said with newfound determination. "I’ll start working."
A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of Alan’s lips. "That’s the spirit. I’ll have Philip make all the arrangements."
Bella nodded and went back to her room.
Selena, however, remained still, watching her daughter disappear into the room. A deep-seated worry flickered in her eyes. She turned to Alan. "Are you sure this is the right choice?" she asked, her hesitation clear. "She has only just come home. Is it really necessary for her to start working so soon?"
"Selena, you are worrying too much." Alan met her gaze with calm reassurance. "She may have lost her memory, but she is not physically weak. If she stays home doing nothing, she’ll dwell on what she has lost. That’s not good for her. Work will keep her mind engaged. It might even help her recover what she has forgotten."
A spark of pride glinted in his eyes as he continued to speak. "Besides, her designs were the highlight of the recent fashion show. People are still talking about the brilliant and mysterious designer Muse. Now is the perfect time for her to step forward and claim her identity. The world needs to know that she is Muse—the rising star of the fashion industry."
A slow grin spread across his face. "I’ll soon hold a grand banquet and announce her as the rightful heir of the Waltons. And then—" he reached for Selena’s hand, his grip was warm, firm—"I’ll take you home as my wife."
Selena’s heart swelled with warmth. A gentle smile graced her lips.
The next day, Bella arrived at the Limeart Fashion with Philip. She looked around in awe as soon as she stepped in. The sheer grandeur of the fashion house left her breathless.
Had she really been a part of this world?
The thought felt surreal. The high ceilings, the elegant displays, the air buzzing with creativity—it all felt strangely familiar, yet distant, like a dream she couldn’t quite grasp.