Although hospitals typically required a family member's signature for surgery, in emergencies, they proceeded with the operation immediately when no family member was available to sign.That was exactly what happened to me. Back then, no one came to sign the consent forms, yet here I was—alive and kicking, thanks to emergency surgery.Besides, Irvin had his two close friends with him. They could sign for him. They could take responsibility for everything concerning him. That was already far better than what I had. Back then, I didn't even have a single person by my side.So no, I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. Not for one second did I worry that refusing to sign would cost him his life. I had been in far worse shape than him, and I survived. Of course, he would too.And I was right. He was saved in no time. I knew because Landon stormed in to yell at me.At the time, I was enjoying the chicken noodle soup Noah had prepared for me. He had really grown up. He knew exactly w
Landon immediately remembered Irvin had thrown me aside without a second thought to save Julianne, and he abruptly went quiet.But right then, Quinton stormed in from outside. He barked, "Lianne was kidnapped and in serious danger. What's wrong with asking you to help save her? Isn't that the least you could've done?"Emilia, stop playing the victim here. If you'd treated LIanne right from the start, we never would've misunderstood you. You brought this on yourself!"Quinton glared at Landon like he was pissed Landon had let a cruel woman like me shut him up so easily.They both grew up with Irvin, meaning they'd also known Julianne their whole lives. Irvin treated Julianne like a princess, so naturally, they did too.And since Julianne often fed them stories about how badly I had treated her, they'd always hated my guts, even before I officially met Irvin.When I first got together with Irvin, Quinton and Landon had initially been respectful, addressing me properly and acting po
But Quinton never even got close. The bodyguards I'd hired with a hefty price rushed into the room, immediately surrounding him.Quinton's brow furrowed in confusion. "Emilia, what the hell are you doing?"What was I doing?I scoffed and said, "Beat his ass and throw him out! Don't worry about breaking anything—I'll pay!"I couldn't understand how the old me had changed so much for the sake of loving one guy. All I knew now was I wasn't that person anymore. Now, I wouldn't put up with anything and never let any insult slide. Although I didn't remember every detail of the humiliation these jerks had put me through, my diary had carefully noted it all.One by one, I would let them have a taste of their own medicine.Quinton stared at me in disbelief. "Emilia, don't you dare!"He couldn't tell if I'd completely lost it or was insane. Not only had I dared to snap at him, but now I was ordering him to get beaten up!I ignored his shouts, calmly waving to my bodyguards to drag him
I found it strange. Noah had clearly outgrown his shyness and social anxiety, so why had Cordelia insisted he was still too anxious to live on campus and needed to stay with me? Noah froze for a second. After having Quinton and Lanson dragged out and beaten, I thought I'd finally get some peace. But before Noah could even respond, Mom's furious voice exploded through the hall. "Millicent, how could you be so heartless?" I frowned and was about to tell Noah to shut the door. I had no interest in seeing my so-called mother, but she was already storming inside. "Millicent, how dare you! Do you have any idea what happened to Julianne because of you?" she shouted. "Because you ran, she was… she was…" Mom choked on her words, so devastated she couldn't even finish her sentence. Meanwhile, Dad—no, Henry—looked like he was about to finish me. Their precious Julianne, the one they'd coddled and protected all her life, had been raped by those kidnappers. The sheer horror of
"You've always known Julianne is fragile. You have no idea what she's going through right now. She's…" Jeremy trailed off, unable to finish.Honestly, he didn't even like Julianne that much. He'd only ever showered her with attention because he was jealous, figuring the nicer he was to Julianne, the more it would hurt me.But now, looking at his conflicted expression, I knew what he was thinking. I was ruthless and cold-hearted. As a woman myself, I should've understood how devastating it was for Julianne to go through something like that. He believed, deep down, I should've let myself be sacrificed to spare her from something like that. His face twisted between guilt and anger.I let out a bitter laugh.Was this really my fault? What did they mean by I ruined Julianne's life? What exactly did I do to her? Was it because she wanted me dead, and I just didn't go through with her plans? Was it because she wanted me to be violated, and I refused to let it happen?Was I a saint or
"As a matter of fact, I think the two of you should be seeking penance!" I snapped. "You should live out the rest of your lives in a chapel—praying for Juianne and repenting for your sins. Only then will both of you be able to make it up to her!"I looked at them, lifting an eyebrow. "So hurry up, get your savings and assets in order, and transfer them over to Julianne. Then, go spend the rest of your lives in penance!" I finished coolly.Mom and Henry both stared at me in disbelief. It was as though I had said something absurd.A long silence followed before Mom finally snapped out of her shock."Are you out of your mind?" she yelled.Her reaction didn't surprise me. After all, if she transferred all her money and assets to Julianne, she would have trouble getting by. Where would she get money to spend? It was one thing to depend on close relatives for money, let alone an adopted daughter. Regardless, she would still prefer to rely on herself.I furrowed my brow in feigned con
"I said that's enough, Emilia!" Jeremy shouted, standing up in anger.I sneered as I looked at him. "You're so unwilling to spare Julianne some money, yet you had the nerve to ask me to trade my life for hers?""Who said you would need to trade your life?" Jeremy retorted irritatedly. "All you had to do was follow Irvin's plan—" He abruptly stopped. He didn't finish because he knew Irvin's plan had gone wrong. In fact, they all knew this. If I hadn't acted first and taken down Ms. Plume, I would likely be dead right now.They kept telling me I shouldn't have escaped and should have just gone along with the exchange. Yet here they were, unwilling to give Julianne their money. They were supposed to be closest to her and loved her the most, so what right did they have to ask me to give up my life for her?They were in the wrong, yet they still had the audacity to blame me. But now that I had turned the moral argument against them, they didn't know how to continue. Just moments ago
Julianne seemed genuinely worried about losing Irvin. Her pleas sounded convincing, and she had even gotten on her knees.Mom and Jeremy were completely unaware of Irvin's condition. They had been caring for Julianne ever since they heard what had happened to her. And once she started to feel better, they immediately came after me.Because of that, they were just now learning that Irvin had gotten injured trying to save me. His injuries weren't severe, but apparently, he was growing weaker because he had lost the will to live. So, when they heard Julianne say he might die, they were shell-shocked.Their heads snapped toward me. It was obvious they wanted me to pay Irvin a visit.I ignored them. Why should I? I wasn't a doctor.None of them thought I would be so heartless toward him. I used to love him so much that I would wish to take on his pain despite my aversion toward it. It didn't matter how severely injured he was, I would gladly take it on for him.Yet now, I was refusi
"I agree," Grace said. "Which is why I suspect you hadn't given birth to fraternal twins but rather identical twin boys back then. One of them must have been switched at birth."She knew there needed to be an explanation for why Irvin and Timothy looked so much alike. Thus, she might as well reveal they were identical twins. However, no one aside from the Hardwells could know the truth behind why both boys hadn't grown up together.So, the only other believable story was that one of them had been switched at birth. Most importantly, the twin that died was Irvin, and the remaining one was the Hardwell heir, Timothy.It was true that in this world, two people couldn't look exactly the same unless they were blood relatives. I had mistaken Timothy for Irvin when we first met. That was why I had suspected they were identical twins. I wasn't surprised by what Grace had said. Even so, I felt one of the twins couldn't possibly have been switched at birth.As I said before, Claudeville an
Sure enough, there was a burn scar and a recent bullet-sized scar near his heart.Unexpectedly, I started crying when I saw them. I couldn't control my tears. My emotions hit me so suddenly and intensely that I was overwhelmed and defenseless.Timothy reflexively reached out to wipe away my tears when he saw this.He didn't understand what was happening to him. He obviously had a wife and memories with her, but he couldn't accept her touch. Yet, he had the urge to get closer to me.When I brought up treating his leg, Timothy had instinctively wanted to go with me despite the late hour. Then, when I told him to remove his shirt, he had done so without hesitation. Everything about this was unreasonable, yet he wanted to do everything I asked.He was about to ask me why I was crying when men dressed in black barged into my studio.Once they had taken their places, an imposing-looking lady and Mrs. Hardwell entered. The lady immediately scowled when she saw Timothy shirtless and reac
Irvin had a burn scar on his back from when he had saved me during the lab fire in our sophomore year. He had gotten it by shielding me from a falling, burning beam. There should also be a bullet scar, from when he had taken a shot for me on the cruise ship.As I recalled those memories and how Irvin had risked his life to save mine, I found it even harder to be distant toward him the way I had been when I had lost my memory.I had given him everything in the past and had treated him better than I treated myself. But back then, he had also reciprocated it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have loved him so strongly.William and Timothy were taken aback by my eagerness.Then, almost in unison, they spoke."Yes.""No!"Timothy had agreed, and William had been against it.I wasn't surprised by Timothy's response. Based on his earlier reaction, I sensed he felt something toward me instinctually despite his amnesia.What caught me off guard was William's objection. While we had known each oth
Willaim and I were stunned, and so was Timothy.Timothy had no idea why he had blurted out those words. They had just slipped out.William cocked an eyebrow at him once he came back to his senses. It was just as he had said—hypnosis was unreliable.Without realizing it, I walked toward Timothy and called out, "Irvin…"Timothy's gaze immediately darkened.I faltered when I met his cold and unfamiliar eyes. My steps instinctively came to a halt.I had been forced to deal with a dire scandal soon after learning Irvin might still be alive. As such, I hadn't had the time to think about anything else. But now, I suddenly saw him again.I felt a sharp pain in my chest when I met his unfamiliar gaze.I didn't know how to describe my feelings in this moment. My emotions were so complicated that I couldn't decipher what I truly wanted.Irvin and I had fallen in love when we were young. We were each other's first love. I had shared the purest and most beautiful moments of my life with hi
William frowned at Grace's idea. He was intrinsically against doing something like that to me.However, Grace added, "I miscarried because I had saved your life, Mr. Ashford. I had to lie in a hospital bed for more than a month before I was strong enough to move."I'm not asking you to do anything except stay out of it—please don't interfere with my plans to deal with Emilia Quill. Rest assured, I won't harm her."William studied her quietly as he mulled over her words. He had felt conflicted when she brought up her miscarriage.He was still semiconscious when he had been rescued from the sea. Thus, he could feel how much effort it had taken for his rescuer to get him back to shore.William was a ruthless and disloyal person by nature. Despite this, he had been unexpectedly moved by his rescuer's strenuous efforts to save him.This was especially so when she had performed CPR on him, and her warmth and scent had enveloped him. So much so that William had even wanted to pursue her
Before William could respond, Grace immediately added, "I don't mean to leverage my saving your life against you, but you did say you would grant me one request in return."William fiddled with the lighter in his hand. "Yes, I did say that. But I'm not a man of integrity, so I can always go back on my word."Grace was stumped.She hadn't expected him to say that. How could he make such a promise to her and then void it just like that? Shouldn't his word be binding, given someone of his status? It made her question if there was any point in her efforts to become his savior.Aside from Julianne and I, Grace was also present when I had saved Mr. Ashford on Daiti Island.She had just happened to be vacationing on the island at the time and had witnessed me save William. Then, she had also watched as Julianne emerged and carted him away when I left to get help.Initially, Grace had clicked her tongue upon seeing this and had planned on leaving. However, she changed her mind upon rec
The response from the Hardwells only deepened my suspicions that Timothy was actually Irvin. This only made me even more eager to see him again so I could confirm it for myself.However, I couldn't force a meeting if they didn't allow it. I might be wealthy now, but I was nowhere near comparable to the Hardwell family. For the time being, I could only have someone else look into it.After tending to company matters I had at hand, I put on my coat and headed out to meet a physics professor from Quantov University. It was thanks to him that I was able to invite the science research authority figures to help me clear my name.Just as I was about to enter a private dining room, I spotted a familiar figure. I paused and saw Mr. Ashford being led by the restaurant's manager toward a different private room.I thought of greeting him, but then I recalled how our last meeting had ended somewhat unpleasantly. I was also worried he might ask me to date Noah again, so I decided against it.Be
Timothy quickly pressed his blanket down."I thrash around in my sleep," he said. "You're pregnant—what if I hurt you?"He had gained many memories of Mrs. Hardwell upon regaining consciousness. Despite this, he still felt something was amiss. As such, he didn't want to be too close to her.Plus, his body rejected being physically intimate with her even though she was his wife. For some reason, Timothy's heart told him he shouldn't allow Mrs. Hardwell to touch him—he would be sullied if he did.Still smiling, Mrs. Hardwell replied, "You won't."She was about to pull on the blanket again when Timothy yelled, "Get out!"Tears welled up in her eyes. She had never been treated so coldly before."I just want to take care of you at night, Tim. We're husband and wife, aren't we?"Timothy knew she was right. They were married, so there was no reason they shouldn't sleep in the same bed. That being said, he just couldn't bring himself to accept it."I'm sorry, but I'm not used to shari
With the public eager to know the truth, hundreds of millions of viewers tuned in to the summit's live stream.People believed there were three things in this world that could never be taken away from a person—the food one had ingested, one's hopes and dreams, and lastly, one's mind.The third thing referred to intelligence, knowledge, and the ability to reason and think—which was what my battle plan relied upon.Lyle had all the experiment data. Thus, he could claim he was the reason our research had a breakthrough. However, he didn't know the reasoning and considerations behind the experiment's progression.It was similar to solving a math problem. Those who didn't know how to solve it could copy the answer, but they would never be able to explain the steps involved.Hence, I intended to use this principle to prove I was the one who led the research team while he was just a poser.To do so, I had arranged for Lyle and I to be questioned on our research and experiment.The summ