Chapter 111

"Well, the only reason I can comprehend is that you're working for your family, the Millers," He clicked his tongue. "It is damn complicated. You have four families, so..."

I raised my eyebrow. "Four?" I showed him my three fingers. "I had the Alonsos, Millers, the Vistas. I only have three."

"You also had the Saavedras, Assia," He clenched his jaws.

I pouted. "About the Millers, I really had a temporary amnesia caused by major depressive disorder. I couldn't remember anything for one and a half week. Mr. Miller is my dad's right hand and instructed him and his wife to take care of me for a while because he was worried that my mental health might go haywire again if I am so close to violence and to the people who might remind of... uh his death."

"So, you really can't remember me when we met again in the train," He mumbled.

"Yup, I didn't," I said and smiled a little. "I was only reminded by everything when you brought me back in that shitty mansion."

"Why were you-"

"Why was I still