Houston had been quiet for the past few days, with little news to report and everyone focused on their own affairs. The only event of note was the burial of Mr. Owen, who had passed away from lung cancer.However, one day, Charlie Sr. received some terrible news from his grandmother's mansion, which left him feeling extremely downcast. Margret noticed her husband's mood and asked him if anything was wrong.Charlie Sr. mustered a smile and replied, "It's just work; I'll be fine." But Margret could tell that he was worried, and she didn't press him for more information. Instead, she helped him fix his tie before he left the room.As he got into his car, Charlie Sr. instructed the driver, "Take me to my grandmother's mansion.""Of course, sir," the driver responded promptly before starting the car and driving towards Madame Agnes' mansion.When they arrived, Charlie Sr. stepped out of the car and walked inside the mansion, his mind heavy with worry.Madame Agnes introduced Charlie Sr. to
Charlie Jr. gazed at Stella with a blank expression, his mind drawing a blank. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice betraying his confusion.Stella's smile faltered, realizing that Charlie Jr. had lost his memories. She let out a rueful sigh. "It's me, Stella. Caleb, don't you remember me?" she asked with anxiety.Charlie Jr. stared at her for a prolonged moment, but no recognition dawned on him. He shook his head, indicating his inability to recollect anything.Stella felt a pang of disappointment, but she quickly put on a bright smile. She was glad that Charlie Jr. was awake, and she could help him create new memories while trying to trigger his old ones. "Don't worry about it. You've just woken up from a coma. Your memory will come back in due time. I'm your therapist," she said with pride.Overcome with excitement, Stella trembled with anticipation. She didn't know what to say or do. Seeing Caleb again, her emotions got the better of her, and without thinking, she embraced him tight
Margret's fists clenched nervously as she contemplated the troublesome situation. If Charlie Jr. continued to believe he was Caleb, with Caleb's notorious temper, there would be countless problems to face. "Doctor Francis," she asked anxiously, "is there any way to fix this?"Doctor Francis furrowed his brow in deep thought. He had not anticipated this scenario at all; he had only expected Charlie Jr. to awaken from his coma with amnesia. "You need to separate these two identities," he advised. "Take him to places he's been before and introduce him to people he knew well."The tension in the room was palpable. After a few more discussions, Charlie Sr. and his family left the hospital. They planned to return the next day to discharge Charlie Jr. from the hospital and take him home.*****Chloe's gaze fixated on Margaret's photograph, seething with hatred. The baby on the floor cried incessantly, but Chloe paid it no attention. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a tall man with a neck
Charlie Jr. spoke with a hoarse voice, barely above a whisper, "You are." Stella chuckled and grinned mischievously. "Well, I won't stand on ceremony," she said, leaning in and capturing his lips.Charlie Jr. deepened the kiss and pulled on her neck. After kissing for so long, Stella broke the kiss and licked her lower lips.Stella leaned her head against Charlie Jr.'s shoulder, and they sat in silence, relishing the comfort of each other's presence."It's getting late, and you'll catch a cold," Charlie Jr. said, noticing Stella shivering."It's just a little cold; being with you makes it all worth it," Stella replied, beaming with affection.Charlie Jr. was moved by Stella's pure love for him, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry."How about we come back here tomorrow?" he suggested.Stella pondered for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, "Okay."Hand in hand, they headed back to the car. Stella drove Charlie Jr. to the hospital, promising to see him again before she return hom
Her teeth clenched tightly as she recalled how the leaked video had destroyed her marriage and sabotaged her plans. As for Brenda, Chloe thought to herself, she was fortunate to be beyond the reach of her wrath.Impatiently, Chloe waited inside the car until it finally pulled up at an abandoned warehouse. Stepping out of the vehicle, she strode purposefully towards the entrance, eager to confront the person responsible for her misfortunes.As "Boss," a burly man approached Chloe and called out to her, she chose to ignore him and continued striding forward. She quickly surveyed the area and noticed two of her subordinates posted as guards around a figure lying on the ground. Chloe's demeanour became increasingly menacing as she caught sight of the bound individual on the floor.Chloe's voice dripped with coldness as she issued her command, "Remove the gag from his mouth." The man on the floor was the target of her wrath, and the longer she looked at him, the more she hungered to subjec
Charlie Sr. was left speechless, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. How could someone who had lost all their memories make such an accusation? The more he thought about it, the more perplexed he became.Margret's face turned as pale as a sheet as she weakly leaned on Charlie Sr. Her heart was shattered; hearing her son call her a mistress and homewrecker was too much for any mother to bear."Junior, have you regained your memories?" Charlie Sr. asked in confusion. He couldn't comprehend how Charlie Jr. could accuse his own mother of such things, especially since he wasn't aware that Margret, not Chloe, was his mother before he fell into a coma. It was the only logical explanation he could come up with."I'm wide awake now, Dad. It matters a lot to me. I won't let you get away with what you did to Mom and my brother. I'll stop at nothing to ensure they get the justice they deserve," Charlie Jr. declared, his voice seething with anger.But his father didn't seem to feel any guilt. Inst
Stella happily agreed to accompany Chloe to the coffee shop across the busy street. After settling down, she asked with a warm smile, "How can I assist you?"Chloe's emotional sigh caught Stella off guard as she replied, "My son used to talk about you all the time. You've grown into such a remarkable young woman."Stella's eyes widened with realization that Caleb must have been in love with her before his memory loss. She couldn't help but smile brightly and respond respectfully, "Thank you, Chloe."Chloe's expression suddenly turned grave, and she made a plea for help: "I'm in trouble; they're trying to take my son away from me."Tears welled up in Chloe's eyes, and she began to cry. Stella was taken aback and quickly offered a handkerchief. "Chloe, please don't cry. Who is trying to take your son away?" Stella's face was filled with righteous anger."It's the White family. I'm so sorry for being a useless mother to Caleb. If only I hadn't been born into such a useless family, they w
Margret was overcome with anxiety. She attempted to explain, her expression one of frustration, "Junior, don't you understand? I'm your mother; she's trying to deceive you."But Charlie Jr. had had enough. He bellowed with anger, his disappointment visibly etched on his face. Never before had he encountered such a brazen woman. She showed no remorse for her lies and was still trying to deceive him.Margret's face drained of colour. She struggled to say something, but Charlie Jr. cut her off, "Mom, let's go."Chloe smiled innocently and nodded, and Margret watched helplessly as they left the room. She stood there motionless, unable to believe what had just happened. Her own son had been taken away from her right under her nose. She shook her head in disbelief, tears streaming down her face.As Charlie Sr. entered the ward with the DNA test results, he was taken aback to find Margret weeping. Rushing to her side, he asked with concern, "Margret, why are you crying?"Margret, unable to c