Chapter 6: Who is he?
The maid's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, struggling to process the request. Her initial analysis seemed correct—the young madam had definitely lost her memories after the accident.
She softened her tone, speaking with more gentleness. "Young Madam, well... your name is Hua Jing. You are the daughter of a very well-known nobleman, Lord Hua Mingrong."
Hua Jing stiffened, her mind halting at the name. Hua Mingrong. The weight of that name made her heart sink.
She laughed bitterly, though there was no humor in the sound. "Of course," she muttered under her breath, "of all the worlds I could wake up in, it has to be one where he exists too."
"Young Madam?" the maid asked hesitantly.
Hua Jing shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Tell me," she said after a long pause, her voice trembling slightly, "does Lord Hua Mingrong have a wife named Chen Li? And a daughter named Hua Ling?"
The maid's eyes lit up. "Yes! Yes, Young Madam, that's right! Your memory is coming back!"
Hua Jing's breath hitched. Her fingers curled into fists. Her chest burned with an emotion she didn't want to name.
Chen Li. Hua Ling. The very mention of those names sent a bitter taste to her mouth. She could still hear Chen Li's snide remarks, still see Hua Ling's smug little face as they conspired to make her life miserable.
If this version of Lord Hua Mingrong was anything like her father from her world, then this family was no safe haven.
She turned to the maid, her expression cold. "I must be an illegitimate daughter, then."