I don't want to remember anyone

chapter 3

As I left, I slipped off the bracelet from my wrist and gently placed it on the bathroom counter.

Belinda was about to depart, at that moment, she was at the airport and hastily called me.

"Emma Miah's back, I saw her at the airport. Honey, I'm not going abroad anymore. I have to help you."

"Belinda, don't be kidding. She is Johnson's lover, right? Don't worry, I'm awesome."

"But..."

"It's OK, if she dares to cause trouble again, I'll slap her hard. You should hurry and board your flight."

The airport had already begun to urge for boarding, and I raised my voice: "Brown, take care of Belinda abroad, or I won't let you off the hook."

"Take care."

After saying these two words, I hung up the phone immediately.

However, tears had already quietly slid down, blurring my vision.

I never expected that the one who would always stand by me unwaveringly was

Belinda.

When I was in college, Belinda was my best friend. We pursued handsome boys together and were criticized by teachers together.

The teacher pointed at our exam papers, deeply distressed.

"Emma, Belinda, if you could apply the courage you used in chasing after the boys to your studies, your grades wouldn't be so poor."

We both wrote a letter of repentance.

Back then, Belinda was even more impatient than me.

Faced with the mockery of our classmates, she fought back mercilessly.

Soon, I picked up my phone and contacted a newspaper, I gave them the address.

By evening, photos of Johnson and Miah were all over the Internet.

"Ma'am, we've done as you requested."

After hanging up the phone, I watched the night sky flash with lightning and hugged myself tightly.

Johnson arrived at the hospital after eleven at night.

He was drenched and radiated intense anger.

I lay in bed, undisturbed.

But then, with a forceful tug, he lifted me up.

"Emma."

I opened my eyes to find myself standing on the cold floor, facing his furious expression.

"What's going on? What are you doing, Johnson?"

He threw his laptop in front of me.

"What did I do?"

"Trying to deny it? Unfortunately, I've found out. The newspaper admitted it. They were instructed by you to take the photos."

The high-definition screen of the laptop lay shattered on the floor, and he grabbed my neck, pushing me onto the bed.

I immediately found it hard to breathe, and the IV stand I was holding fell to the ground with a crash.

"What are you ..."

Someone rushed in, but he roared, "Get out."

No one dared to enter after that. He held power and influence in North City, and even in the hospital, no one dared to stop him.

It wasn't until I was gasping for air, genuinely thinking I was going to be strangled to death, that he let go.

I collapsed onto the bed, hugging my knees tightly, curling into a ball.

But then I started coughing violently again.

A bright red flower bloomed on the bedsheet.

He frowned, his eyes narrowing.

"You..."

I quickly covered my mouth and said, "I was just angry that you left me to pick her up, wanting everyone to know she's a shameless mistress."

His movements stopped abruptly: "So you're admitting it."

I was instantly speechless.

He ripped off his soaked tie, sneering.

"Why? Is she really that great? I don't think she's even that good-looking. What do you like about her?"

My words seemed to have struck a nerve.

"You wanna discuss? Unfortunately, we need to calculate the losses from your foolish actions today first."

I wiped the corners of my mouth with a tissue: "What was lost? I can compensate."

"Compensate? Do you know how much my company’s stock will drop when the market opens tomorrow?"

I couldn't answer.

"What do you want to do then?"

He sneered, "Your indifferent attitude last night, I thought you really let go."

"Didn't expect you had this move up your sleeve."

"I'm just curious about her."

"Still lying. You know what? Your very being is branded with cunning, and even with amnesia, you're still running on that filthy blood."

I clamped my lips shut, speechless.