Chapter 1010

Skylar and Joe rested a day to adjust to the time difference after returning to Jipsburg. The next day, they went about their separate business. Skylar purchased souvenirs for her colleagues before meeting with Alexander.

Upon seeing Skylar, Alexander appeared apologetic. “I’m sorry to interrupt your honeymoon, but this is something only you can handle.”

“We were planning to return soon anyway, so it’s not a problem. Mr. Gardner Senior, please tell me what’s wrong,” Skylar replied.

Alexander nodded. “Only you can address this. It concerns your Grandma Viola.”

“Grandma Viola?” Skylar echoed, concern growing.

“Didn’t she mention returning soon?” Alexander asked.

Skylar nodded. “Has there been news about Grandma Viola?”

“A few days ago, I received a letter at my home. I waited for your return to avoid alarming anyone,” Alexander said gravely, retrieving an envelope from his desk. He removed a letter. “You should read this.”

Skylar carefully read the letter, written in Viola’s familiar hand. Her expression mirrored Alexander’s seriousness. “Why is Grandma Viola telling me to ignore these negative items now?” she struggled to understand.

Alexander shook his head. “I don’t understand why she’d give you such instructions. She even mentioned dealing with these negative items would lead you back into a nightmare.”

“What nightmare?” Alexander questioned. “Skye, look again. Could someone be mimicking Viola’s handwriting?” He hadn’t had the handwriting analyzed, but after comparing the letters, he found no discrepancies.

Skylar frowned. “This is Grandma Viola’s handwriting. However, someone could be imitating it. But to mimic her writing so well… they’d have to know her handwriting extremely well. Her style has changed over the years; it’s different from thirty years ago. No one could perfectly replicate it now.”

Her hand grew cold and clammy. She wondered if Viola was referring to her past life when she mentioned the nightmare, if it meant returning to her previous life, rendering this one an illusion. An unprecedented fear engulfed her. Alexander sighed, oblivious to the pallor that had overtaken Skylar’s face.

He reached back into the envelope and produced a second letter. “This is a letter I received two days ago, also from your Grandma Viola. I hesitated to give it to you, but now that you’re sure it’s hers, I can’t keep it from you any longer.”

Since receiving the letters, Alexander hadn’t slept properly, pondering Viola’s intentions. Skylar took the letter, her already pale face becoming ghostly white. The words on the letter drained the last vestiges of color from her face.