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Chapter 1380 - Chapter 1380 Chapter 1380 The Sealed Memory is Awakened

Chapter 1380: Chapter 1380: The Sealed Memory is Awakened Chapter 1380: Chapter 1380: The Sealed Memory is Awakened If Xaviera Hamer had an urgent matter, he could have just called or sent a voice message directly. His sudden seriousness made it seem like what he had to say was difficult to bring up.

Indeed, the following message was from Willie Novak to Xavier Hamer, and then relayed to her.

“Willie…Willie Novak said, he found out that Mrs. Taylor went to Libanan because of a person with the last name Powell. Mrs. Taylor said that Miss Powell wanted to take action against you, and this is just the beginning. Miss Powell won’t let you go.”

“He…he also got this information from his people. Knowing that you wouldn’t believe him, he informed me. I haven’t found any related clues yet, but I’m afraid the Powell family will take action again, so I wanted to give you a heads up first.”

After the voice message ended, Xaviera Evans’ expression became somewhat subtle. She didn’t expect Xavier Hamer to have contact with Willie Novak so soon. However, Willie Novak’s words sounded true. After all, she had also found some clues pointing to Jacob Powell and Miss Powell.

Why target her after so many years? Was it because they were afraid she would expose their crimes, or did Miss Powell fall seriously ill again and need her blood? But for whatever reason, if she married Wesley Taylor and went to Yittaland, the Powell family would have more control over her.

Xaviera didn’t reply. She picked up her phone and prepared to go upstairs. As she stood up, she felt a sudden darkness in her vision, and countless images rushed into her mind, accompanied by a buzzing in her ears and chaos in her brain, as if it was about to split apart.

The images from her dreams were now rapidly invading her mind, appearing over and over — there were Caleb Mamet, Jacob Powell, and an unfamiliar girl.

Xaviera let out a pained moan, closing her eyes and pressing both hands against her temples.

Were these sealed memories awakened because she saw Jacob Powell?

Managing her pain and discomfort, she stumbled forward. But in the next second, a tall, hot figure embraced her from behind. A warm palm met her forehead, gently stroking her as a tender voice echoed in her ears, “Xaviera, what’s wrong?”

Knowing that the person was Caleb Mamet, Xaviera’s spirits relaxed, and her body went limp in his arms.

She squeezed her eyes shut, and in her mind, it seemed like a movie was playing, frame by frame, with Jacob Powell’s gentle yet hypocritical face reappearing constantly.

Caleb lowered his eyes and looked at Xaviera’s pained furrowed brow. His cool fingers gently stroked her cheek, his gaze filled with worry and helplessness. He knew Xaviera was recovering her memories, and this process must be painful, but it was something she had to go through. If he could take this pain for her, he would not hesitate to do so.

He carried Xaviera upstairs and gently laid her down on the bed, taking off her shoes, removing her shawl, and tucking her in. He then lay down beside her, pulling her into his embrace and gently caressing her forehead with his warm hand.

At this moment, Xaviera’s mind finally calmed down. It seemed like she had a long dream. In front of her was a vast sea, with waves crashing against the shore and her own frantic, panicked breath in her ears.

She was running forward with all her might, pursued by people behind her, reaching a point where she could retreat no more. Surrounded by the crowd, she had no choice but to leap into the deep blue sea.

But her pursuers wouldn’t let her go so easily. With the sound of a gunshot, she clearly heard the sound of a bullet piercing her flesh. The deep blue water was stained red with blood, but she felt no pain.

In fact, Xaviera had had this dream a long time ago. She hadn’t paid it any mind, thinking that overexertion had caused her dream of being chased. It wasn’t until she dreamed of Mortimer from ten years ago that she realized something was wrong.

She had really lost a part of her memory, and it was something significant.

Next, Xaviera slipped into another dream, where she saw her 15-year-old self standing next to a refined and elegant man — Jacob Powell. He looked at her tenderly, “Xaviera, how have you been all these years?”

In her dream, she raised her fair, delicate face and sweetly smiled, “I’m doing well! Grandpa and Big Brother have been very good to me.”

Actually, Xaviera’s childhood wasn’t great. Her time with the Evans family had been miserable; she’d been abused by Rose Campbell, bullied by Mag Evans, and humiliated in every possible way. If anyone else had asked her that question, she might not have wanted to answer, but her joyful response of ‘doing well’ at the time showed how much she cared about the man in front of her, not wanting to worry him.

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