My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 277 All Has Been Settled

Jack could remember that Rachel once lived in a city in the north, but couldn't remember which city it was.

He took her hand. "Do you want to go back and take a look?"

Rachel slowly shook her head. "No. There's nothing to see."

Besides, ever since her house had been confiscated, it had been constructed and renovated by the government.

Now, it was a park.

The home that she had lived in for a few years was no more. Even if she went there, all she could see were swings and slides that would only serve as a reminder of what she had lost.

Jack wondered why she had suddenly remembered her home. Was it because this city was close to her home?

Seeing the sadness encrusted in her gaze, he decided to divert her attention. "Didn't you say that you wanted to renovate our kitchen last time? We can start the renovations once we come back. Do you have an idea on what theme we could follow? We could draw it up ourselves."

Rachel's mouth twitched at the sudden change of topic. "I don't plan on renovating it now. It's just too troublesome," she complained.

To her surprise, Jack only grinned wider. "Have you finally remembered it?"

She furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean? The kitchen renovation? I didn't forget that..."

When she saw the way his eyes dimmed at her answer, she was quick to comfort him, "It's okay. On the bright side, I still remember you, right? We're not like those television shows where I suddenly forget who you are."

Hearing this, Jack smiled. Well, that was true. Her condition could've been worse than it already was. He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. "This is a better alternative," he admitted.

On their way back to the hotel, Rachel couldn't help but ask, "Wait, how did I fly to the neighboring province in the first place though? Was no one with me when I got hurt?"

In the beginning, Rachel could still remember the events clearly in her mind, but now, it seemed that she had forgotten them.

Jack didn't want to talk about it anymore, especially after what Vicky had told him. She told him that it was Holley Ye's fault—that she should be blamed for Rachel's accident.

Rachel couldn't remember what had happened, so Jack couldn't confirm Vicky's allegations.

He already asked someone to investigate the accident, but after the floods and landslides, it was difficult to search for clues.

He also asked someone to investigate Holley.

He still wasn't sure if Holley was just great at acting or if she really was innocent. Although she looked innocent, Jack found some information about the unpleasant interactions between Holley and Rachel during those days.

He also knew that Vicky and Holley weren't on their best terms as well.

Given that Rachel couldn't remember the details clearly, Jack still couldn't find enough evidence to prove that Holley was related to the accident. Due to that, he shouldn't totally believe Vicky's words.

However, he knew for a fact that even walls have ears. If Holley really was the one behind this, he would know about it.

Vicky also told him that when she went to visit Rachel that day, they talked about that incident.

Once he had enough proof, he would definitely teach that woman a lesson. He gritted his teeth at the thought.

"I wasn't with you that time," he murmured.

"What?" She pursed her lips. "What do you mean? Didn't you say we had a fight back then?"

At that point, he blinked.

Jack had intended to say some pick-up line to sweeten her thoughts, but he didn't expect that Rachel still remembered their fight. "I thought you already forgot about it," he said.

She shrugged. "You told me about the fight right after, didn't you?"

At that point, he didn't know what to say.

In the evening, Lea had already called her up and said that everything finally blew over.

Although she didn't say the details, her voice sounded ecstatic. Rachel felt a tug on her lips at her big news.

They quickly set up a time when they could meet the next day.

That night, however, Rachel dreamt of an event that had happened a decade ago.

In the dream, there were a few people, but she couldn't clearly see their faces.

The sound of wails echoed across the place, forcing her to open her eyes. She got out of her bed and walked toward the direction of the sound.

Her hand grasped the door handle, and she pushed open.

Her eyebrows scrunched together as she turned, wondering where she was.

Suddenly,

everything became clear.

She could finally recognize the people around her.

She stilled. She was still trying to process what was happening around her.

They seemed to be arguing with each other.

Then, a familiar voice broke through the crowd. "If you have anything to say, then I suggest we go outside. The child's still sleeping."

It was Jonathan.

'Why is he here?' she thought. Rachel wanted to step forward, but it felt as if her own body was frozen into place. She could only stand and listen to what they had to say.

The man who was glowering at all of them looked faintly familiar to Rachel. He pointed at Jonathan and snapped, "If it wasn't for what you've done, they wouldn't have gotten into the car accident in the first place! Look at Rachel! Who'll take care of her?"

Suddenly, her perspective changed.

She glanced at her pudgy hands before staring up at the adults' furious faces.

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Jonathan looked much younger. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his anger. "He's still in the morgue. Are you really that excited to grab his inheritance?"

The man's face changed slightly.

It suddenly occurred to Rachel that the two men were distant relatives of her father's.

She remembered meeting them as a child.

Her father had introduced them to her. "These are your uncles."

Rachel was still confused as to how they were related to her father, given that her father only had a younger sister.

Seeing her confusion, he quickly explained they were distant relatives.

Her lips twitched at the memory.

It seemed that the scenes wavering around her was part of her memories. She frowned.

She must've forgotten all about it after suppressing her memories of her parents' death.

After being snapped by Jonathan, the men quickly quieted down.

Rachel stared at them quietly.

Right now, they all seemed distant to her.

It felt as if she was watching some TV drama and not something that had actually happened in her past life.

Just when Rachel thought that the confrontation would be over, the man suddenly took a step forward. He lowered his voice. "Do you really want us to believe that you had nothing to do with the company's fall?"

he snapped. "Don't pretend to be nice. We all know you want to take a bite from the big apple!

Rachel stared at them blankly, not understanding what they meant. Jonathan shoved the man away, sneering. "Don't talk such nonsense."

The man scoffed. "Nonsense? Do you want to look at the files that I've collected?"

Jonathan snorted. "Fine, show them to me then."

Seeing that he wasn't buying it, the man couldn't help but be a little bit anxious. He glanced at the other men cautiously.

The man beside him was slightly chubby. Although he looked calm, there was undeterred fury flashing in his eyes.

"You're telling us you didn't plot anything during the land bidding?" the man asked coldly.

Jonathan's face changed, but he didn't say anything.

The fat man grinned. "You're telling me right now that the Fu family had no involvement in this manner? You are the one who caused their death! If not, why would my brother be in such a hurry to ask for your help?"

He didn't stop from there. "It's the Fu family who killed them! Well, do you have anything else you want to say?"

Jonathan closed his eyes as he tried to steady his breathing.

He scowled and turned to his bodyguards. "Get them out."

The two men's jaws dropped at the order. They didn't expect that he would throw them out just like that. As they were being taken away, one of them yelled, "Jonathan, is this how you hide from all your problems, you son of a bitch! Don't pretend to be such a saint! We know what you've done. We know what you're capable of. Drop the act, you murderer!" Author's note

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Translator: Scarlett5555