I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 690

“But that text was sent the day your wife flew from Baxo to Ixia, and she was all alone…” Gordon trailed off hesitantly. “Mr. Lancaster, she despised you so much back then. Is it possible she teamed up with Horace? What if she sent that text to your father, and then… Horace hired someone to cause the accident?”

Steven’s expression darkened instantly. “She wouldn’t. Don’t make wild accusations.”

Gordon pressed his lips together. “So, what’s our next move?”

Steven let out a cold laugh, his eyes simmering with fury.

“Take him out.”

Gordon’s heart skipped a beat. “But what about your wife…?”

“She has amnesia,” Steven’s handsome features were blurred in the dim light, his voice exceptionally cold. “And even if she didn’t, if Horace dared to touch my father, I’d make his life a living hell all the same.”

…

For no reason, I had another dream. I dreamt that Steven and I got married again. Although our feelings for each other had changed considerably, the basic dynamics remained the same. My relationship with my mother-in-law was still terrible, my father-in-law was distant, and Mr. Lancaster Sr. doted on me.

But this time, Horace was a much bigger presence. We were childhood sweethearts, and he’d lost the use of his leg for me. He was living a pitiful life, having gone abroad for treatment to no avail. My heart ached for him, so I offered him money, but he pushed it all back, wished me happiness, and left with a look of utter dejection.

I was filled with guilt, and when I turned, I saw Steven standing a short distance away, one hand in his pocket, watching me with a cold, hard stare.

“Zephyra? Zephyra?” Someone was calling my name, shaking me from the dream. I woke up abruptly, my forehead beaded with cold sweat, and saw Steven sitting by the bed, his handsome brow furrowed. “You look terrible. Did you have a nightmare?”

I shook my head. It wasn’t a nightmare, but if the dream had continued and Steven had decided to punish me, it certainly would have become one.

He knew about my amnesia and was incredibly sympathetic, showering me with concern. He told me how talented I was and that I didn't need to worry about supporting myself. In fact, even though it had been over half a month, the university abroad was still holding my spot for me.

All I had to do was say the word, and I could still go.

Go to school?

My eyes lit up with excitement, but then a wave of doubt hit me. “But I have amnesia. The doctors said it might not come back. Won’t that affect my skills? I’m afraid I won’t be good enough. Would the school still want me?”

Mr. Taylor replied, “How about this? I’ll give you a design theme to work on while you’re recovering. Don’t worry about the amnesia. As long as the talent is there, that’s all that matters.”

That sounded like a great idea, and I smiled as we started discussing it.