"It's my fault, Rory. I'll make it up to you. “Blake was feeling guilty for yesterday but still had no memories of what had happened to him.
Rory interrupted him suddenly and looked out the window with a distant gaze. "King Blake, do you think I am the same person as yesterday?"
"What?" he asked. He looked puzzled.
"No, I am not. No compensation can make up for the good wishes before midnight." Rory lowered her eyes, looking at King Blake gloomily.
"Rory, yesterday Wendy said she was in a car accident..."
"King Blake, do you know Wendy was behind the horse racing incident?" Rory stared at him with widened eyes, wanting to know his answer.
King Blake nodded slowly. "Yes."
"Why didn't you say anything? Tell Wendy that my tolerance has its limits." Rory said coldly.
She pushed King Bl
