Chapter 270
Ophelia picked up the call, and a man’s husky voice, rough from smoking, came through. “Mrs. Sinclair…”
It was Ray calling, and she wasn’t surprised at all.
“How are you doing?” When she burst into the guild that day, Ray was nowhere in sight among everyone, he must have been severely punished by Kenneth.
Ray was surprised, not expecting Ophelia’s first words to care about him. He did suffer some minor injuries, but that was nothing compared to Eric. “Mrs. Sinclair, Eric he…”
“He’s recovering on the island, no need to worry.” Following Kenneth was always risky; he was as sharp as a leopard. She shouldn’t have let them take such risks.
Ray on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment.
“Is there anything else?” Ophelia asked coldly.
Ray felt relieved and then realized Ophelia sounded different from usual. “Mrs. Sinclair, did something happen between you and Mr. Sinclair? I’m at the guild now, and do you need my help with anything?”
He had heard about Ophelia entering the guild alone that day, but he was being punished and couldn’t come out. Over the time spent with her, he gradually forgot he was Kenneth’s man.
Ophelia said, “Tell Kenneth that even if it’s a breakup, it should be talked about face–to–face. I’ll wait for him at the city hall entrance on June 1.”
Lisa stood nearby, and at the mention of “breakup,” a flash of panic crossed her eyes.
After Ophelia hung up the phone, she quickly asked, “Mrs. Sinclair, what happened between you and Mr. Sinclair? How did a nice vacation lead to a breakup? Did you have a disagreement?”
She was curious too. She thought, ‘What has happened to us? What on earth is wrong with this man?
‘No wonder he left the corporation for me to manage. Is this his way of paving the way for me? Is his self–righteous behavior really for my own good? I don’t need this!‘
Lisa was worried, but seeing Ophelia’s expression, she knew the problem wasn’t with her. She thought, ‘Mr. Sinclair, what are you doing? You’re so irresponsible.‘
Scott came downstairs wearing a gray tracksuit and sat next to Ophelia. Lisa stepped aside without asking any more questions.
After dinner, Ophelia and Scott watched TV for a while.
“Ophelia, are you feeling down?” Scott asked, not really focusing on the TV. “If anyone’s giving you trouble, I’ll stand up for you.”
Ophelia’s gloomy mood was brightened by his words.
She ruffled Scott’s freshly washed, fluffy hair, remembering how he used to protect her when they were at the Hastings family.
She never quite understood why the entire Hastings family treated her like an outsider, except for Scott, who truly saw her as his sister.
“Ophelia, do you think I’m childish? Like I’m just a kid? I’ve already talked to the doctor, and I’m 18 this year. You’re my only
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family now, and I want you to be happy.” Scott spoke sincerely; his eyes were genuine.
“Okay.” Ophelia agreed, her bright eyes smiling.
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Over the weekend, she took Scott to do all sorts of sports, playing basketball and soccer. On the field, he was sweating heavily, full of energy and sunshine.
Except for the memory loss, he seemed just like any normal person.
She remembered a few months ago when he had collapsed, his face pale, not breathing.
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At that time, she really thought she’d lost Scott. She regretted her previous coldness, regretted being so focused on revenge that she ignored him.
Luckily, now she had the chance to make up for it. Sometimes, it was only after losing someone that one truly appreciated them.
“Ophelia! Have I gotten better?” Scott’s sweat dripped down his face and onto the front of his tank top. On his skin, faint muscle lines were beginning to show.
Ophelia handed him a bottle of water, her eyebrows slightly raised. “Yeah, you’re doing better than yesterday.”
Scott beamed at the praise, revealing a row of white teeth, his eyes curving into crescents beneath his sharp eyebrows.
It was Monday. Ophelia hired a tutor for Scott to review what he had learned before. Recovering his memory might take a long time; she needed to help him return to normal life as soon as possible.
And she had to continue with her own life as well. She left the house wearing a smart dark brown blazer, her hair neatly tied back in a low ponytail. Her face was delicately made up, showing no signs of tiredness.
She arrived at SN Estate, where she noticed two new faces, likely people Kenneth had arranged to bring in.
The train station project officially began, and everyone was busy with their tasks.
In the next couple of days, she needed to hire more staff because the Gloomhaven Library was about to start the bidding process. It was crucial to complete a feasibility report quickly
Ophelia assigned the tasks, greeted Cody and the others, and then left.
She had just stepped out of the company and was reaching downstairs. There, parked in front of her black SUV, was a black Rolls–Royce Phantom.
As the rear window rolled down, a sharply defined face emerged–deep blue eyes, captivating yet enigmatic, with a slight curve to his lips and a pronounced cleft in his chin.
Seeing him made Ophelia furrow her brow. She thought, ‘Whenever he’s around, trouble is sure to follow.’
The man exited the car, buttoned his suit jacket, and positioned himself in front of her car. “Long time no see, my wildcat.”
Hearing that low, provocatively charged voice made Ophelia’s hair stand on end. “It’s been a while, Jonathan. Did you manage to fix that base I blew up last time so quickly?”
