Chapter 322 My Caretaker

• **Dahlia's Point of View**
• I felt like I have been drifting randomly from one place to another, guided by the wind. My body felt weightless, as if it lacked substance and all that was active was my mind. It felt like I had just lived through a very long and complicated dream. I saw many people in my dreams, starting off with my sister, and then Anthony from way back in the past, and then my thoughts settled on Bradon. I saw his face so clearly, but when he came closer, I couldn't hear what he was saying. He looked very apologetic, as if he was guilty about committing some kind of serious crime, and I thought to myself that there was no way that the Bradon that I knew could have that kind of expression on his face. When his mouth moved as if he was saying something to me, I could not hear his voice. Everything was muted, and I was left wondering what it was that he wanted to say to me.
• Gradually, my body started to feel heavier and heavier until it felt lethargic. My mind became much fuzzier than before, and it seemed like my long and complicated dream had come to an end. Although my eyelids felt heavy, I forced myself to concentrate my efforts in opening them. All I could see was darkness when I opened my eyes. My body felt strange, as if it didn't quite belong to me. There was just enough light shining in from the window of the room on my left-hand side. The room felt so unfamiliar to me, and I could tell right away that I wasn't in my bedroom back at the mansion, and neither was I in Brandon's bedroom.