The Unlucky Turn by Mark Twain 66
When Leilani pushed the door open, Milford was sitting by the window reviewing documents, the sunlight outlining his cold, sharp profile. Today was her departure for Zamora; her flight was at 4:00 PM, giving her enough time to visit the sanatorium to check on Yvonne one last
time.
Hearing the noise, Milford looked up. His gaze paused briefly on Leilani before returning to its usual aloofness. “Why are you here again?”
Hadn’t she just treated Yvonne a few days ago?
Leilani ignored the barb in his voice and walked straight to Yvonne’s bedside, setting down.
her medical kit.
Yvonne’s eyes lit up, and she immediately sat up. “Leilani!”
She could now sit up on her own, and her legs were no longer as weak as before.
Leilani smiled faintly, taking out her acupuncture needles. “How are you feeling today?”
She wasn’t here for Yvonne’s legs today; she wanted to stimulate the cranial nerves to see if Yvonne could recover her memory.
“Great!” Yvonne said excitedly. “I even took two steps by myself yesterday!”
Milford, whom they were ignoring, closed his file, his eyes involuntarily drawn to Leilani. She wore a light knit sweater, her hair loosely pinned up to reveal a pale neck, radiating a quiet calm. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he inexplicably recalled her eighteenth birthday, standing in the sunlight in a white dress.
“Milford?” Yvonne’s voice pulled him back to reality. “Why are you staring at Leilani?”
Milford snapped back, his ears burning. “I’m not looking at her!”
Leilani acted as if nothing had happened, not even looking up as her silver needle flashed and accurately pierced a pressure point at the crown of Yvonne’s head.
“I came today primarily to stimulate your memory centers,” she said calmly. “If it goes well, you’ll recover your memories soon. Then you’ll know who the murderer that pushed you really is.”
Leilani’s words were pointed. Milford, who had always believed Leilani was the culprit and treated her with hostility, changed his expression. “What do
you mean?”
Leilani looked up, her gaze cool. “Exactly what I said.”
“Leilani!” Milford stood up abruptly, suppressing his anger. “Yvonne has just recovered this far; don’t try to sow discord now!”
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“Discord?” Leilani sneered. “I’m just stating facts.”
She retracted a needle and looked at Yvonne. “The day you fell, I wasn’t even there. Tamara sent me away to get something. Were you and Tamara the only ones left at the scene?”
Yvonne froze. Murderer? Did her brother and mother always think Leilani was the one who hurt her? No wonder their attitude toward Leilani was so poor…
Whether it was the acupuncture or the stimulation of Leilani’s words, her mind wasn’t blank like before. She could vaguely see memory fragments. Yvonne frowned. “I… I think that’s right…”
“You remember?” Leilani’s emotions rarely spiked like this. She hadn’t expected immediate results. But if Yvonne remembered, the scapegoat burden Leilani carried for Tamara would be lifted. No one could frame her anymore.
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