Chapter 672

Darin had been abducted, but before that, she had parents and a brother who doted on her. She was mischievous, and her family indulged her. This rabbit figurine wasn't made by Violet's brother; it had been made by Darin's own brother.

Yet, so much had slipped from her memory. She couldn't remember what her parents or brother looked like. She had grandparents, too, both of whom loved her dearly. She could almost hear her grandmother's gentle, loving voice: "Oh, my little darling, when will you grow up? When will you learn to be more sensible?"

Violet stood beside her, gazing at the beautiful scenery of the southern river port, and softly remarked, "What a lovely river view."

The mention of the river jolted Darin's mind. Fragments of memory surfaced:

"River York! You spoil her so much that she thinks she can get away with anything! What will people say in the future?"

"River, come here quickly! Jaina has fallen and hurt her leg!"

Darin's chest heaved; despite the cold, she was drenched in sweat. She whispered, "My father's name is River York. My brother made this rabbit. Those things you saidthey happened to me. You know where my brother and parents are, don't you? I wasn't abandoned; I was kidnapped…"

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away, taking deep breaths. She stared out the window, afraid to look at Violet, afraid her tears would return.

"Your brother's name is Jacob York. He works at Hell Monarch Estate as the head archivist, hoping to use his position to find you. After you disappeared, your father searched for a decade, stopping only after your grandmother's death. The search then fell to your brother.

"Your father still waits for you in Cloud County. He can no longer easily search; he simply waits at home, hoping for your return.

"Jacob brought your mother and grandfather to the capital because of their poor health. I wasn't sure you were Jaina York until now. You're not Darin or Lisette Sanford. You are Jaina York, River's daughter, and Jacob's sister."

Tears streamed down Jaina's face. Lucas had given her the name "Darin," saying it was a miracle she survived, a precious gift from heaven. He told her to cherish herself; hence, the name "precious gift."

"Ms. Spencer, could you do me a favor? I have so many questions. Can we talk privately?"

Violet, understanding her concern about Tamara outside the door, said loudly, "There's another floor with an even better view. Would you like to go up, Ms. Sanford?"

Though Jaina's voice was choked with emotion, she asked, "We can still go up? How? Are there stairs?"

Violet smiled brightly. "If you trust me, I'll take you up—we'll just fly!"

"What?" Jaina gasped. "Isn't that dangerous?"

Violet, with a haughty air, retorted, "You're going to marry my godbrother, a warrior. How can his wife lack courage? If you don't want to go, fine. We'll stay here."

Tamara, peeking inside, felt anxious. Violet was clearly testing Darin's bravery. Why is she hesitating? Just go already!

From the doorway, Tamara urged, "Ms. Sanford, why not go up? The view must be much better."

Jaina hesitated, then turned to Violet, extending her hand. "Since you'd like to show me the view, it would be rude to refuse."

Violet grinned, took Jaina's arm, and with a powerful push, leaped onto the windowsill, soaring upward with Jaina.

The rooftop platform, about ten feet above, was beneath a spire. Even carrying someone, the distance was easy for Violet. The tower owner hadn't installed stairs; the only access was by flight. However, the lower level had four large platforms offering city views, making the rooftop platform largely unnecessary. Its existence seemed entirely superfluous.