บททั้งหมดของ After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

For a moment, the hospital room was silent before Dolly suddenly burst into laughter.After she finished laughing, she let out a sigh. “Eve, don’t take this the wrong way, but… ever since you jumped into the sea, Julian has been… well, he’s been a mess.”I frowned. “How do you know that?”Dolly hesitated, casting me a cautious glance. “He’s come to see me a few times.”Hearing his name didn’t sit well with me, especially after today, when he insisted on seeing me and ended up getting beaten by my brother.I could still picture Julian on the floor, struggling to crawl toward me… Lowering my gaze, I sighed. Even though I hadn’t regained my memories, I knew one thing—Julian had always been a proud man. He was too proud to the point of arrogance. Seeing him in such a pathetic state today felt almost unreal. Sensing my displeasure, Dolly quickly clarified, “Eve, I’m not trying to defend him. I just… I just can’t help thinking—if he regrets it now, why did he make those choices in t

Pierse stammered, struggling to find the right words.I leaned against the headboard, choosing to stay silent.He stepped closer, biting his lower lip. “Evelyn, I was wrong. Can’t you forgive my brother… for my sake?”I looked at his youthful face, my gaze complicated. “Pierse… you’ve grown up so much.”He froze.I gestured with my hand. “You used to be this small, all chubby and round. And now, just like that, you’ve shot up to nearly six feet.”Pierse immediately corrected me, almost instinctively. “I’m five foot ten…”Then he realized what he had just said and fell silent, lowering his head.“Evelyn, are you really never going to make up with my brother?”He looked at me with pleading eyes.For a brief moment, my vision blurred.Years ago, that same pair of eyes had looked at me with the same hopeful expression.His big, round eyes were so full of life back then. He used to follow me around all day, calling out, “Evelyn, Evelyn, play with me! Let’s go on the swings… let’s play ball

The nurses hesitated but eventually agreed.They gently pulled Pierse away, leading him toward the door.After a few steps, he suddenly turned back and called out, “Mom, don’t talk to Evelyn like that. You’re not allowed to insult her.”Abby instantly bristled. “You little brat—are you telling me how to behave?!”She moved as if to chase after him, but Pierse had already taken off.A small warmth flickered in my chest.This kid… he was actually kind of sweet now.Abby, still fuming, marched back inside and sat down in the nearest chair with an air of arrogance.I didn’t waste time. “Mrs. Moore, if you have something to say, say it quickly. I’m tired and need to rest.”She clearly wasn’t used to my tone. Her brows shot up, and I could see she was about to lash out, but at the last second, she forced herself to hold back.For all her arrogance, she was still a woman in her fifties—someone who had seen enough of the world to know when to pick her battles.She eyed me up and down before s

Julian froze for a moment, his expression shifting into something unreadable.Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “I’m sorry.”This time, I was the one caught off guard.I hadn’t expected him to apologize on his mother’s behalf.For a brief moment, I didn’t even know how to respond.After a long pause, I finally spoke. “Mr. Moore, you should go.”My voice had returned to its usual icy indifference.Julian took a step forward.I immediately cut in, my tone sharp. “Don’t come any closer.”His feet stopped abruptly.He looked at me, his gaze filled with something unfamiliar—something painfully raw.I had never seen him like this before.A strange, dull ache spread in my chest, but I ignored it.Turning my face away, I said, “Mr. Moore, we have nothing to do with each other anymore.”His voice was low, almost pleading. “Eve, are you really going through with the divorce?”I nodded. “Yes.”Julian let out a short, bitter laugh. “I… I thought when you woke up, you might change y

So, this was why my bank account suddenly had an insane amount of money?It was all starting to make sense.No wonder Nicholas and Miles got along so well.The two of them were exactly the same—utterly ruthless when it came to payback.Nicholas might seem impulsive and cocky, but he was sharp, calculating. When he made a decision, he followed through.And in some ways, I was the same way.But Miles? He had been the biggest surprise.He always seemed polite, refined, the kind of person who avoided unnecessary conflict.Yet beneath that calm, gentlemanly demeanor, he was just as vengeful as my brother, if not worse.…Dolly kept rambling on, vividly describing how my brother had stormed into Julian’s house with his men, smashing things, flipping furniture, and taking everything that legally belonged to me.Everything.By “everything,” she meant everything except for the jewelry, designer clothes, and luxury handbags she and I had taken with us before.My eye twitched.I knew how my broth