Chapter 514

“What’s going on?” Tiffany lowered her head. She was still wearing the same clothes and shoes. But before her lay a bustling main street, lined with lush, golden maple trees and magnificent buildings and castles.

Tiffany wondered if she was dreaming. Suddenly, a powerful force pulled her forward. She felt like a balloon, being tugged towards one of the palaces.

She landed in a luxurious bedroom, but the expensive crimson Birman carpet was stained with dark, dried blood. She saw more than one stain; a shocking sight.

The bloodstains triggered a memory, causing a splitting headache and a rush of long-suppressed recollections.

Thirteen years ago. Winter.

The city was covered in snow. A five-year-old Tiffany wanted to build a snowman, but her servant stopped her, worried she would freeze. The girl reluctantly gave up.

Disappointed, she returned to her warm bedroom, smiling at family photos. But later that night, screams, shouts, and flames erupted in the distance. She thought it was a nightmare, but the sounds were real.

She got up to investigate, but her door was flung open by her childhood playmate and maid, Morwen.

“Many people have broken in, killing everyone,” Morwen said, her face filled with anxiety. “Your Majesty is there, but it’s dangerous. Your Highness, come with me!”

The girl fled with Morwen.

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Under the light, their two small figures were reflected on the ground. The maid behind suddenly grabbed a vase and smashed it against the girl's head.

Tick, tick, tick. The clock ticked on.

Blood flowed from the girl’s forehead, staining the carpet. She turned, staring in disbelief at her trusted playmate.

“Why… did you do this?” she asked.

“Because you shouldn’t be alive,” Morwen snarled, raising another ornament.

But the door burst open again. A middle-aged servant rushed in, rescuing the girl. Morwen, despite the escalating violence, was unable to pursue them.

No one could escape. No one on the list could escape.

In the snowstorm, the middle-aged woman carried the girl until she froze to death. The girl, near death herself, was found by a kind couple.

Her memories flooded back, piece by piece. The unbearable headache subsided as she pieced together the past.

“So, that’s what happened,” Tiffany whispered, opening her eyes. Now she understood her amnesia.

The bloody events of her past were vivid, as if they had happened yesterday. She rubbed her temples, realizing she was back in her Royal Bay bedroom. Richard lay beside her, his pulse weaker than before.

Looking at the Treasure Box, she said anxiously, “Didn’t you say I could save people if I remembered?”

“It’s not finished yet,” the Treasure Box sighed. The world spun, and Tiffany’s eyelids twitched.

She was back. Two years in her past life.

It was Felicia’s birthday. The Harper family’s extravagant party was attended by numerous guests. Felicia, the birthday girl, showed her guests her prized garden.

Sixteen-year-old Tiffany had arranged for expensive flowers to be shipped from abroad to impress her future mother-in-law. But they arrived withered. Felicia was embarrassed, and others, including Alexia, laughed at Tiffany. Kenneth ignored her.

Humiliated, Tiffany fled to the secluded bamboo forest behind the manor.

When Tiffany arrived, she found herself sitting there, tears on her face. She realized she had truly returned, not just her soul as before.

“What did the Treasure Box mean? Did it want me to relive this tragedy?” she wondered.

“No, Master. This time, I want you to see the other side,” the Treasure Box replied.

Before she could ask, footsteps approached. A tall, handsome man walked towards her, radiating power and nobility.

“Richard!” Tiffany gasped, staring in stunned silence.

Richard, seemingly surprised to find someone there, gave her a cold, indifferent glance. Oh, it's her, the crybaby, he thought.