"Yes, they all rejected me now, if that's what you want to hear from me, Yvanna," I could not help but scoff at Norman's honesty, proving to me that he was indeed the monster Justine thought about him. He could have said something to defend himself. I lost all the memories of him. He could have taken advantage of that to lie to me. "But I love you." he added, "And I wished I could turn back time to correct my mistakes, Yvanna." "Love? Correct me if I am wrong, Norman. Do poor and rich people have different meanings when it comes to love? People like us must be loyal to their partners while people like you are required to have mistresses?" "I'm so sorry, Yvanna, okay?" Finally, he apologized even if I didn't deserve to hear the words. "Everything's my fucking fault. I shouldn't have done it. Lately, I realized that my heart loves you. Can you please, just come back to me, huh? We'll start again. I swear, what happens in the past stays in the past..." Before he coul

In addition to that, I still don't know when are memories coming back. Until then, perhaps my heart and mind can accept you as my son. Not that I hate the idea of having a son, it's just that everything that unfolded before me was new and unexpected. Let alone people from my past wanted to get rid of me coming back into the mansion - into the family that I didn't want to be part of to begin with as it was full of lies and sufferings. So, from the bottom of my heart, kiddo. I can't help you with the kind of support you need from me. Until then. After five minutes of waiting, and without addressing Noah my answer to his concern, Norman hopped into the car. He looks at us and studies me from head to toe before he takes off his blazer and puts it on me. "I'm so sorry about what my sisters did to you in the past and until now, Yvanna," he said in a well-composed tone. "Why are they so mean to Mom, Dad?" Noah asked on my behalf. I also want to know the reason and how he

As soon as we reached the private seafood restaurant, Noah and I could not help but frown when we could see no other customers occupying the two-story building apart from us, and of course, the servers. "What a lovely evening, Mr. Mayor! It's an honor that the most handsome and candid mayor picked our restaurant to dine in amongst the first-class restaurants throughout the city." A middle-aged man approached us at our table with a humble smile on his face. Behind him were ten servers who bent half of their bodies toward Norman in unison. "Oh, come on, Mr. Manager, the pleasure is mine! Your dishes here are second to none. And besides, my wife and I have shared a lot of wonderful experiences in this place for the past seven years, right, honey?" Norman dragging my name into their conversation when I was silently scanning the menu made me gulp. And I hate the fact that he kept putting me in a tough spot knowing I have no remnants of my memories that could be of use to br

"He can stab his billions into his mouth, I don't have a single cent of them," I uttered to myself while continuously uttering profanity. "My wife and I spent our marriage for almost eight years," Norman responded to the reporter's question. "I know her better than anyone. She did not do it because she got into an accident and was kidnapped by someone who claimed to be me." Perhaps he was referring to Justine since he was the only person who took care of me for one month in the hospital. Also, it makes me wonder what happened to my case. Justine never mentioned any updates about the incident, if the driver of the other car was also admitted to the hospital with me, or if he or she died. Nothing. Not because he cared for me losing my memories, doesn't mean he had to keep it from me. I need to apologize and compensate the driver whom I bumped into because it was my fault in the first place. I wanted to apologize to his or her family, in advance, even if I still reme

"I'm happy and proud to say that's a yes, grandfather! She's two weeks pregnant with my child. And I ask nothing but your blessing to let us get married soon before the news reaches the public." Norman mustered the courage to speak up on my behalf. Norman and I already talked and considered about this. The reason he wanted to marry me as soon as possible was because he was afraid that I might be rejected by his family and questioned by the public knowing my entire family has nothing to brag about apart from those fresh fruits and vegetables we harvested from the farm. "You got to be kidding me, Norman!" His Mom debated for the sake of their noble name. "No, I'm against this marriage. You will never get our blessings. I'm too ashamed to introduce a street beggar to my friends." Norman's parents felt disgusted while holding onto that thought. The feeling was pretty evident in their contorted faces. But I cannot blame them for that. Apart from that we are not in our twen