Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell



Wanda was only allowed to move around the living area, and she could not contact anyone outside the hospital.

She wasn't even allowed to call her parents.

It didn't seem like she was here to get treatment.

She was clearly being held prisoner here!

Although the treatment had allowed her thought process to return to normal, she did not like the feeling of being restricted.

She also had to figure out what was going on with her missing memories.

Wanda finished sketching out the rehabilitation hospital, and the light in her beautiful eyes dimmed further.

"Apart from the living area, there are guards everywhere else. I even heard the cook say there's a military headquarters stationed outside... Even a fly wouldn't be able to get in!" she muttered to herself.

There was a knock on the door.

"Wanda, it's time to eat. I made your favorite steak today!" The voice of the housemaid came from outside.

"Coming..." Wanda put away her diary, got her emotions under control, and went to open the door.

The housemaid, Maisie Galen, was a pretty woman who was around 30 years old.

Apart from taking care of Wanda's daily needs, she would also chat with Wanda to keep her entertained.

However, she never mentioned anything about the rehabilitation hospital.

At the dining room of the villa, Wanda sat at the head of the oval dining table, which had a sumptuous lunch laid out on it.

Maisie smiled and said, "I put some black pepper on the steak today! Try it and see how it tastes!"

Wanda picked up her knife and fork and put a piece of steak in her mouth. Her eyes immediately crinkled into half-moons. "It tastes delicious! Maisie, your cooking skills are getting better and better!"

Maisie covered her mouth and giggled. "You're so sweet, Wanda!"

Wanda suddenly pouted and began whining, "Maisie, I want to call Dad!"

Maisie's smile disappeared gradually. "Wanda, you're not fully recovered yet. You can'tBelonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

come into contact with phones. Besides, I don't have a phone either, so I can't help you!"

Wanda hung her head dispiritedly. She had immediately lost her appetite.

Maisie sighed and said, "Just focus on getting better and don't think about anything else, alright? Once you're fully recovered, you can go back to your parents!"

Wanda nodded, picked up her knife and fork once more, and began eating.

She continued to praise Maisie. "Your cooking is the best I've ever tasted. It's better than the stuff they make in five-star hotels! Maisie, teach me how to cook tomorrow!"

Maisie was the one person she interacted with the most here, and if she wanted to escape or make contact with the outside world, she would have to use Maisie to make a breakthrough. She decided to develop a closer relationship with her first.

Wendell and his two teammates were munching on bread at a cheap inn in Yorksle.

One of them scowled and said, "Wendell, we've been eating bread every day. It's not nutritious at all! How would we have any energy to keep looking?"

They had been in Yorksle for a week.

Apart from the day they had arrived, when Wendell had treated his old friend to a meal at a restaurant, they had been living off bread for the entire week.

Another man piped up, "That's right! Our salary is so high! Even if we can't feast every day, fast food shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Wendell had some ham with his bread and squinted as he said, "We've been in Yorksle for a week, but we have no leads at all. How can you have the audacity to eat fast food?"

"Boss gave us a high salary, but we can't even do this one job that he gave us. Don't you think it's embarrassing? Even if you don't feel so, I do!"

Seeing that Wendell was angry, the other two hunched their shoulders and bent down to eat their bread.

Wendell pulled his phone out of his pocket as he ate.

When he saw that his friend was calling, he immediately perked up. "Percy!"

Percy Wellington's deep voice came from the other end of the phone. "I've checked all the neurology and psychiatric hospitals in Yorksle. I didn't find the woman you mentioned." Wendell's face fell at once. "Could it be that Shein didn't bring his daughter to Yorksle for treatment?"

Percy was silent for a moment before saying, "There is one possibility. Perhaps Wanda has been sent to a private hospital for the rich. However, these hospitals are privately owned and aren't declared to the government. They may even hide these hospitals deep in the mountains, so it's very difficult to find them."

Wendell shuddered at what Percy had said. "There are hospitals like that?"

Everyone knew that doctors needed licenses to treat patients. Both private and government hospitals were subject to the same regulations and procedures in order to be established.

This was the first time Wendell had heard of hospitals that didn't need to be declared or make any reports.

Percy sighed and said, "It's normal for you not to know about it. I only found out two years ago. At the time, there was an academician who was terminally ill, and none of the hospitals were able to do anything.

"A wealthy businessman brought him to his private hospital, and he was cured. That academician is still alive and kicking even today!"