Chapter626


    Do you know how much I hated you? Since that time, I wished you were dend, wished to cut you into a thousand pieces.


    But unfortunately, you didn’t die, you just lost a small piece of memory and forgot about them.


    “Hehe, it’s really fate ying tricks on us. Why is it not them forgetting. you, but you forgetting them?”


    I shuddered all over and stared at her coldly, “My initial amnesia, is it rted to you?”


    “haha…”


    Kimberlyughed triumphantly, “Yes, you just realized it. Originally, I wanted to take your life, but unexpectedly, your worthless life is just too stubborn.”


    Listening to her words, I was trembling all over.


    At that time, I was only twelve or thirteen years old.


    Kimberly is about the same age as me.


    But at that time, was her heart so dark that she wanted to harm others? Did she even really do it?


    Kimberly’s face still looked so pure, and she appeared to be a delicate and harmless girl next door.


    But who could have imagined that there was a demon living in her heart.


    I sarcastically said, “Anton, and Reynaldo, they both actually think you


    are very kind.”


    “What’s so special about that? Not only them, even Mika, my friends. around me, including those who admire me.”


    None of them thought I was a kind angel.


    Kimberlyughed smugly, “You can now go and tell Anton and Reynaldo what I said, see if they will believe it or not.”


    In their eyes, I was so kind that I wouldn’t even step on an ant.


    So, Ms. Duffy, I advise you that, “you’d better not make a fuss like today.”


    One is my own brother, the other is my childhood friend who has lived with me for many years. Who do you think they would rather believe?


    “Don’t say they like you, but in their hearts, my kindness is also deeply rooted.”


    Indeed, thest sentence, what she said is a fact.


    No matter how much she made a scene,


    made a scene, her “kindness” was deeply rooted. in Reynaldo and Anton’s hearts, and those two men only thought she was throwing a tantrum.


    She never thought of her in a malicious way at all.


    But I was different.


    The outside world’s reputation of me was that of an arrogant and domineering rich youngdy.


    I did not have the blessing of kindness in their hearts.


    Even if they did like me, they liked the wed version of me.


    In their hearts, Kimberly was much kinder than me.


    I might have done bad things, but they believed that Kimberly would


    never.


    It has nothing to do with kindness, nor trust.


    It can only be said that Kimberly has been pretending too well in front of them since childhood, and their deep–rooted impression of Kimberly as gentle and kind cannot be changed.


    I came home exhausted, Quentin was cooking in the kitchen, and my mom was sitting on the sofa flipping through old photos.


    When I came back, my mom hurriedly called me over to look at the photos together.


    The whole album was filled with photos of our family of four, mostly solo shots and group photos of Quentin and me.


    Childhood, adolescence, and adulthood, all have.


    My mom pointed to a photo of me when I was a child, smiled at me and said, “Look at you, with tears in your eyes. Do you still remember?”


    I shook my head with a smile.


    Quentin leaned in and chuckled, “I remember, this was when she ran off, got lost, and then started bawling when she was found.”