As the memory of Matthew leading Cynthia away resurfaced, a hypothesis wormed its way into his mind. Could it be possible that Matthew had spilled the beans about his mental recovery to Cynthia? Well, if he had, it would not matter much to him. Matthew had no proof, and he could easily keep up the act in front of Cynthia. "Joshua," Cynthia called out to him, her tone devoid of the affection she had shown before. It was as though she was addressing an ordinary person. In response, Joshua's grip tightened on the blanket that was covering him, but he gave no visible sign of his discomfort. "Yes, Cynthia?" "Why did you lie?" she asked, getting straight to the point. "Lie?" Joshua feigned confusion, playing the part of the innocent child to the hilt. "You had lunch and dinner yesterday, yet you claimed you hadn't eaten. Why? And then there was that comment about Matthew beating you up at Matthew's place last night. Why would you frame someone like that?" Cynthia's gaze was filled wi
As Cynthia looked at him, her mood grew heavy. Judging by Joshua's current behavior, his personality was becoming somewhat obsessive. Without proper guidance, it might only worsen. It would be a relief if his memory recovered quickly. After all, the old Joshua would not have acted this way. However, as things stood now, Joshua had absolutely no memory of his past, and recovery could only come with time. "Cynthia… Do you think I'm a bad kid?" Joshua began, holding Cynthia's hand with a melancholic and guilty look. Yes, was Cynthia's initial response. However, considering her recent behavior toward him, she realized that some of the blame was indeed on her. He was only a child who had lost his memory and regressed mentally; she should have shown more concern. "As long as you recognize and rectify your mistakes, you won't be a bad kid. However, if you continue behaving this way, you will be," Cynthia declared in a slow, measured voice. "Do you still want me?" "Yes." "Will you
"Is there something you need?" "I heard from the Chairman and Madam that you're currently not home because you're pursuing a girl outside? Is this true?" He had never seen the young master interacting with girls since his childhood until now. Ever since the young master had gone to serve in the military, his home visits became even more infrequent. This news brought doubt to Yunis. "Do you want to know?" Matthew's tone hinted at amusement. Yunis nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, yes!" How could he not want to know? He was curious and wanted to understand the charm the person who had attracted their young master had. Was she beautiful or fiercely combative? He still remembers a time from their youth when a girl had persistently pursued the young master. Back then, the young master had asked her, "Can you protect me?" At that moment, Yunis felt as though he had lost face. The dignified young master, a male, had actually asked a girl whether she could protect him. This was simpl
Matthew’s eyes flickered slightly, and he did not deny it. "Yes." "You…" Mrs. Quier hesitated for a moment, her demeanor exuding an aura of scholarly grace. "Is the girl you're pursuing really the one described by Mr. Yunis?" "Which one?" "The one who's two meters tall, with abs, and who can easily toss you over her shoulder." Matthew's thin lips pressed into a tight line. Yunis was going to get a stern talking-to when he got back. "I'm not against it, but are you sure about this? She's ten centimeters taller than you." Mrs. Quier started cautiously, trying to choose her words carefully to spare her son's feelings. Many people care about height. Their son had always been proud, righteous, and ready to stand up for what was right. Could he accept someone taller than him? "That's his mate selection criteria. Not mine," Matthew responded, not offering much explanation and not missing the disapproval in his father's gaze. Both parents were momentarily stunned, not expectin
Matthew knew that his parents would discuss his behavior at length after he ended the call, so he did not bother with further explanations. Regardless of his financial standing, he was, in fact, living off others at present. With these thoughts in mind, he opened Mrs. Quier's WhatsApp and sent a message. [I'll bring her home to meet you during the holidays.] In what felt like the blink of an eye, it was already afternoon. After lunch, Cynthia checked on Joshua's condition. Finding his fever had completely subsided, she felt greatly relieved. Joshua, who had not eaten lunch, had been sleeping heavily. Now that his fever had broken, he was starting to feel hungry. "Cynthia, I'm hungry," he mumbled. "There's some food saved for you. Get up and eat," she said. Captain had specifically left the meal. Cynthia had planned to prepare a simple meal for Joshua once he was better or perhaps order takeout. However, Captain had already left a portion for Joshua, ready to be eaten as soon
"Why don't you like him?" Cynthia asked. Joshua stayed silent. The reason was pretty straightforward. If Captain continued to stay close to Cynthia, there was a high chance that she might be taken away by him. Before he could stabilize his relationship with Cynthia, he could not afford to let that happen. "Is it that difficult to answer?" she asked, sensing his hesitation. "Before I answer that question, Cynthia, can I ask you one?" Joshua countered. "Go ahead." "If both Captain and I fell into the sea, and there were many venomous sea snakes in the water, and you could only save one of us, who would you choose to save?" Joshua's question was asked with utmost seriousness. Cynthia was left speechless by this outlandish question. Seeing her hesitation, Joshua pressed on, "You would save Captain, wouldn't you?" "I'd save you," Cynthia said without hesitation. She owed Joshua a life. If such a situation did arise, she would save him first. However, she would still find a w
Watching Joshua, Matthew raised an eyebrow. His deep voice was calm. "What's this about?" "I'm sorry," Joshua began reluctantly. There was no hint of reluctance on his face, however. "I lied to Cynthia yesterday and wronged you. I'm sorry." Matthew smiled slightly. "Is that sincere?" Cynthia was puzzled. What was Captain doing? "Mmhm." Joshua nodded. "To prove that you really are feeling guilty of your actions, summarize The Pilgrim's Progress for me in handwriting. I'll forgive you after you've done that." Matthew walked over and handed him a book. Joshua was at a loss for words. Matthew was truly hard to like. "Captain, what are you doing?" Cynthia's voice was softer. Confusion etched on her face. "Don't you think he needs to be educated? Let him summarize The Pilgrim's Progress and learn." Matthew wanted to see if Joshua would expose himself. The handwriting of an adult differed greatly from that of a child. He was interested to see how Joshua would do this.
Matthew did not show any signs of anger. Instead, he seemed to think that not only was Joshua a great actor, but he was also quick-witted. If it had not been for his past hurtful actions toward Cynthia, Matthew would have actually admired him. Joshua set down the spoon in his left hand, his voice and gaze betraying no flaws. "I've summarized The Pilgrims' Progress. Can you forgive me for my past mistakes?" "Of course. Admitting your mistakes and correcting them makes you a good child," Matthew responded calmly. Joshua did not really care about that. He just looked at Cynthia excitedly, with a bit of a coquettish tone, "Cynthia, he has forgiven me. Are you still mad at me?" "Not mad. Remember what I told you though. You cannot lie or falsely accuse anyone ever again. Understand?" Cynthia replied gently, her eyes soft yet complex. Joshua nodded. "Yes." "Good." "Cynthia." "Yes?" "Actually, I lied to you about something else." Joshua's gaze darkened slightly, and he hes