He Faked Amnesia for Her, I Left Without Goodbye

“Ambrose! I did everything you asked. The money, can I have it now?”

The door was suddenly flung open. Ambrose’s eyes were filled with cold, unyielding brutality.

He let out a cruel laugh, tore a check from his stack, and threw it at my face.

“Addicted to playing the pitiful victim, are you?”

The check fluttered to the ground. I bent down to pick it up, my eyes brimming with tears.

But I couldn’t cry; Grandma was still waiting for me.

Clutching the check tightly, I ran out the door and hailed a taxi, heading straight for the hospital.

“Relative of Olivia Easton?” A nurse glanced at me, her tone sharp and unfriendly. “The old lady couldn’t wait for you, afraid of the expense. She left on her own! Do you think cerebral hemorrhages can wait? Go find her now!”

It felt like lightning struck me. Panic surged as I rushed back to the countryside. When I pushed open the courtyard door, Grandma was already lying on the ground, her face ashen.

“Grandma!”

At the hospital, the doctor took off his mask and shook his head, his eyes filled with regret. “She was delayed too long. My condolences.”

I dropped to my knees, clutching his sleeve, my voice hoarse as I begged, “Please! Try again! I have money now! I really have money!”

But Grandma would never wake again.

I didn’t eat or drink, keeping vigil in the old house through the night, my tears running dry.

At dawn, my phone vibrated. Millicent sent me a video. She was naked, straddling Ambrose, giggling as she said, “The doctor said the first three months are fine.”

I quickly shut off the video, nausea rising in my throat.

I pushed open the creaky wooden door, and there, on the village path, was a Bentley, oddly out of place.

A group of people in suits surrounded a tall man who was pointing toward something in the distance.

“President Campbell, this land is perfect for a resort development…”

The man turned, and our eyes locked. His pupils contracted sharply.

The next moment, my world spun.

In a daze, someone rushed forward to catch my falling body, the cool scent of grass and trees enveloping me.

“Arrange a helicopter! Now! Immediately!”

Amid the roar of the blades, darkness swallowed me.