Noon.
Bright light streamed in through the glass window. Layers of curtains fell, and the woman on the white bed gently fluttered her eyelashes. Her weak yet clear eyes slowly opened.
"Miss, you're finally awake."
A gentle voice came from beside her. Hope Williams's mind was a bit slow. Looking at the delicately featured girl in front of her, she asked, "Where am I?"
"You were swept away by the waves at sea. Our Master Taylor's yacht was just about to return, when they luckily saw you and rescued you."
Hope raised her hand to rub her head. She remembered now that Ted Williams had pushed her into the sea.
She couldn't swim and had a deep-seated fear of water. She could only thrash around helplessly in the water, but the large waves kept lifting her body, leaving her completely uncontrollable.
She could only let one wave after another carry her farther away; she really thought she was going to die, but she didn't expect to survive.
Hope sat up.
