Chapter 217 Timeless Devotion

Rhett shifted his gaze from the architecture back to Lila. Seeing the way the story had softened her features, he felt a familiar stir in his chest. The old man let out a soft sigh, turning his eyes to the woman in the wheelchair with a look of boundless tenderness. "I'm Richard Thompson, and this is Audrey White," he said softly, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. "We met at this exact spot." The man continued, "About 60 years ago, I was just a clumsy, penniless student. I ran right into her here and sent my books flying everywhere. "Neurological damage has taken her from me. She doesn't recognize me, and she hasn't spoken in years. But the doctors said that bringing her to familiar places might help spark something in her memory." That was why Richard brought her here every day, retracing the paths of their youth and looking at the scenery they had once admired together. Lila felt a sharp tug at her heartstrings. Compared to the distant, tragic legend of the museum, th