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Theresa sighed and embraced her.

Susan just leaned quietly on her shoulder for a while.

Theresa said softly, “Susan, you were never the one at fault. It should be the ones who set you up.”

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Only after much questioning did Susan casually mention the incident with Isabella.

At that time. Theresa had been so outraged she wanted to call Ben and demand to know if he didn’t trust Susan.

But Susan stopped her.

In matters of the heart, Susan had an almost obsessive–compulsive insistence on purity.

The slightest doubt from Ben was unacceptable to her. She would rather they split up than offer a single explanation, however simple.

Back then, Theresa felt indignant solely on Susan’s behalf.

But then Susan left.

And Ben found Theresa

When he did, Theresa’s tone certainly wasn’t pleasant, defending Susan.

Yet, Ben, in all his pride, was even willing to kneel for news of Susan. That’s when Theresa had a hunch that things weren’t as Susan believed them to be.

However, at that time, she didn’t have a way to contact Susan to convey this.

Now, with Susan in front of her, Theresa earnestly told her about Ben’s visit.

Hearing that Ben almost knelt before Theresa, Susan felt faintly stunned.

“Susan,” Theresa said seriously, ‘Personally, I believe Ben’s feelings for you are genuine. Of course, I’m an outsider. You’re in the thick of it, and you’d know better than anyone if his feelings are true.”

Susan was lost in a daze for a moment, then mechanically stood up, “I’ll go home and be alone for a while.”

She left Theresa’s house clumsily.

Theresa watched her enter the apartment across the hall before returning to her own.

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She supposed she wouldn’t be privy to this couple’s drama for much longer.

But, more than watching the drama unfold, she genuinely hoped that Susan and Ben could work things out.

Theresa yawned, “I better catch up on some sleep.”

Susan stood alone on the windowsill for a long time.

wurate point.

Theresa had made a very accurate point.

“You’re in the thick of it, and you’d know better than anyone if his feelings are true.”

Some questions don’t need to be asked aloud; the heart naturally finds its answers.

Letting go of that last bit of stubbornness, Susan’s smile came more easily.

In the next few days.

Susan began to systematically “recover memory” without any reservations.

Ben was both delighted and anxious.

Susan’s memory seemed to be returning too swiftly.

He feared he still wasn’t good enough to keep her by his side.

So, during these days, Ben was doubly kind to Susan.

By the fifth day, aside from her emotional experiences, Susan had ‘recovered” all her other memories.

‘I’ve been dreaming a lot every night lately. I feel like I’m about to regain my memory completely,” Susan said with a

smile.

Ben’s hand, holding his fork, paused momentarily.

He had been enjoying their time together. If possible, he wished these days could last longer.

But as Susan’s memory resurfaced, he knew these moments were drawing to a close, and a tinge of anxiety crept

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What if Susan refused to forgive him once she remembered everything?

Testing the waters, Ben asked, “Susan, if you regain your memory and find out I’ve lied to you, would you be angry?”

“It would depend on the extent of the deceit,” Susan blinked.

Blaming everything on Timothy and fabricating an entirely new persona for himself – what level of deceit did that

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count as?

Ben was unsure.

And now, he was mor

even more troubled.

Susan secretly smirked.

Tomorrow, she planned to go straight to Ben’s company and surprise him.

As for the stories from this “amnesiac period, she would keep them to herself. In front of Ben, she’d pretend to have forgotten.

That way, she’d spare him the embarrassment.

How considerate was she?

The next day.

Once again, Ben was sent off to work by Susan.

Not long after he left, Susan followed.

She had made up her mind.

When the time comes to see Ben, she would tell him.

She remembered everything.

She scrolled through Twitter and knew all that Ben had done.

Then, she would give him a big hug.

Their misunderstandings resolved, they would live happily ever after.

Yes. That script seemed quite good.

Susan rehearsed the script in her mind a few times, brimming with confidence as she set off.

At the Storm Group.

The moment Susan entered, the entire lobby fell silent for an instant.

Only Ben’s secretary knew about Susan’s return, for now.

Seeing Susan suddenly appear, everyone was shocked.

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“Hello, everyone,” Susan waved her hand.

The lobby continued in silence.

After a long pause, someone finally said in a daze, “Mrs… Mrs. Landor?!”

Susan smiled and nodded.

Instantly, the lobby erupted into commotion.

“Mrs. Landor, you’ve finally come back! Does Mr. Landor know yet?”

*Please forgive Mr. Landor, Mrs. Landor! He’s been nearly out of his mind since you’ve been gone.”

“Yes, let me take you up to him. Mr. Landor will be over the moon.”

People were talking over each other, a buzz of excitement in the air.

The more proactive ones had already notified the CEO office.

The rest circled around Susan, as if afraid she’d vanish again.

Only after Susan repeatedly assured them she wouldn’t sneak away did they finally give her some space.

“Mrs. Landor, let’s go, I’ll take you up, someone offered.

Susan nodded, ready to accept.

Suddenly, a melancholic voice rang out, “Susan, long time no see.”

Susan froze for a moment, turned sharply, and then saw the ghost–like figure of Yana.

Susan’s pupils contracted sharply.

The former Yana, although sometimes annoying, was always glamorous and well–put–together, no matter the

occasion.

Now, she was a shadow of her former self, with dark circles under her eyes, her hair in disarray, and her feet clad int just a pair of slippers.

Compared to the Yana of before, she looked like a completely different person.

“Yana… what… what happened to you?” Susan was at a loss for words.

She had an inkling of the cause.

Yana’s mouth twisted into a smile more pained than crying, “Susan, don’t you know? Timothy… he’s dead.”

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Susan’s body stiffened.

While she harbored no guilt over Timothy’s death, seeing her own sister reduced to this was unsettling.

“Susan, before he left, he said he was going to see you,” Yana walked towards her, “Can you tell me why he would suddenly die in a small town so far away?”

Yana stared intensely at Susan.

She had thought she felt nothing for Timothy.

Choosing him had been merely to spite Susan.

She never expected that now, with Timothy gone and herself as the sole heir to all his assets, she would feel anything but elation.

This should have been a cause for celebration, something to revel in with her parents.

But as Carl busied himself with taking over Timothy’s company, all she felt was darkness.

And it was in this haze that Yana came to a realization.

She had truly cared for Timothy.

But this realization had come far too late.

Now, Timothy was gone.

All she could do was seek justice for him.