The Billionaire's Amnesiac Darling

New York welcomed its first snowfall of the year. "Sis, you shouldn't be here alone for an IV drip. You fell asleep, and the medicine was done, blood was flowing back. Luckily, my mom saw it and called the nurse for you," a kind reminder came from the young girl in the next bed, as Sophia Parker lay in a daze on her hospital bed in the emergency room's infusion ward. The girl continued to speak. "Sis, you still have a few more bottles to go. Call your family." Sophia thanked her and picked up on what she was saying earlier. "Orphan." The girl was taken aback and quickly apologized. Sophia smiled it off, slowly reaching under her pillow to check the time on her phone. Two in the morning. So late. She had spent the entire day in the photography studio, ordered takeout for dinner, and went to the darkroom to develop photos. Four hours passed, and none of them satisfied her; they were all trash. When her emotions were on the verge of collapse, she felt a cramp in her abdomen. She went back to her room, thinking a rest would help, but soon she started feeling nauseous and vomiting. Eventually, she couldn't bear it and took a taxi to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute enteritis. She had already received two bottles of medicine. She was awake for the first one, but halfway through the second, she couldn't hold on any longer. Too tired. She hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. After the nurse changed the IV bag and gave a few instructions, she left. The young nurse was kind, knowing Sophia had no family to accompany her, and offered to help her find a nurse assistant. Sophia Parker spent three days in the hospital. On the day of her discharge, Mrs. Abigail called. "Tomorrow is your sister's birthday. Don't forget," Mrs. Abigail reminded. Sophia had just stepped out of the hospital, "Can't make it, I'm sick." Mrs. Abigail Lopez knew her daughter well and clearly didn't believe her. "Sick? Faking it, aren't you? You never get sick, and now, just in time for your sister's birthday, you're sick?" The damp weather seemed to match the dampness in Sophia's eyes for a moment, but it was fleeting, and she lazily scoffed. "Believe it or not, I'm not going. What's the point of a birthday? Funerals are more interesting. I'll go when she's dead." "Sophia! How can you be so vicious!" Mrs. Abigail's anger flared. "The more vicious I am, the more I resemble you. Insulting me is insulting yourself." "Do you even realize I'm your mother? Is this how you talk to me? "Can't you learn from your sister? Your sister is obedient and sensible, never causing us any worry. Your sister..." "What should I learn from her? Learn to be shameless? Learn to usurp what's not hers? Learn to be unprincipled and full of filth? Learn to be a heartless snake and scorpion?" "Sophia!" A taxi stopped by the roadside, and a passenger was getting out. Sophia walked over. "If you despise me so much, why call me at all? Aren't you afraid of being angered to death? Maybe we should just delete each other." "Sophia! Speak properly!" Similar conversations happened every year, and Mrs. Abigail was used to it. After a round of scolding and warning, she began to give orders. "I'm not in the mood for your nonsense. James is coming over tomorrow. He said he'll pick you up." Sophia's face turned cold, "You called him?" "Yes, you had a fight. Could I expect you to call? I'm giving you a way out. When you see him, apologize and admit your mistake." Mrs. Abigail began to lecture with a mix of disappointment and anger. "After Christmas, you're getting married. You shouldn't spend all your time in that broken studio, not making much money anyway. "You should put more effort into James, not argue with him every day. Your temper needs to change. You should learn from your sister; your sister has a good temper..." She rambled on and on. So annoying. Sophia got into the taxi, ready to hang up, when Mrs. Abigail quickly said: "Many people will be there tomorrow for your sister's birthday. As her sister, it's not right for you not to come. "There are already rumors about your discord. If you don't come, your sister will be gossiped about. Do this for your mom's sake and come." Sophia gave the driver an address and leaned back, "Oh, my appearance fee is quite high." Mrs. Abigail was speechless, "Money, money, money! Every time we talk, it's about conditions and money. You're obsessed with money!" After scolding, she asked through gritted teeth, "How much do you want!" Sophia: "Didn't you say it's for your sake? How much is your face worth?" ... Sophia returned home, cooked some porridge, ate, and went straight to bed, sleeping until noon the next day when a phone call woke her up. It was from her childhood friend, Avery Adams. "Dear, my flight is at three in the afternoon, and I'll be there by five-thirty. Pick me up." Sophia stared at the ceiling to gather her thoughts, "Aren't you supposed to be on a business trip for a month? It's not even half over, is it?" "No, I took a half-day off to have dinner with you and then I'll be back." Sophia was taken aback, patting her forehead to clear her mind. Right, today is Emily's birthday, and every year on this day, Avery Adams would accompany her to have hot pot, drink, and have a great time all night. "You don't have to go through the trouble." Sophia sat up in bed and took a sip of the now lukewarm tea from the bedside table. "I'm going back to the old house tonight." Mrs. Abigail had transferred money to her, initially only a five-digit number, which Sophia ignored. Mrs. Abigail repeatedly tested the waters until it reached seven digits, and Sophia sent an emoji of 'Thank you, Goddess of Wealth.' Mrs. Abigail was furious, nagging for a long time, but Sophia was in high spirits. Spending seven digits for a glass of wine and to cause some trouble for those people was quite a deal. "Seven digits? Mrs. Abigail is really generous." Avery's words were laced with sarcasm. She really didn't understand Mrs. Abigail, being so biased without any reason. She was usually stingy with Sophia but now, to give a foster daughter face, she spent a fortune. Treating her own daughter like grass and a foster daughter like a treasure. Which mother is so mindless? No, that's not enough, the Parker family, except for Sophia, is all mindless, as if their brains were squeezed by a door. Every time Avery mentioned those mindless Parkers, she would get so angry that she would change the subject after a few curses. "How are things with James Wilson? Still in a cold war?" Sophia took another sip of the cold tea, her hands and feet cold, "He's going to the birthday party tonight, Mrs. Abigail asked him to pick me up." Didn't say it would be reconciled, nor did she say it wouldn't be reconciled. It indicates that the problem this time is very serious.