Eyes around them pierced like needles, whispers of gossip spreading through the restaurant.
Walter stood frozen, watching Amy being shielded by friends as she walked away–she didn’t even glance back.
The glass doors slid shut, cutting off her figure.
Walter slowly crouched down, covering his face.
Yet two extreme emotions churned in his chest:
Overwhelming joy–Amy was alive!
And deeper despair–she’d forgotten him, forgotten everything between them.
Michelle remained stunned, unable to process it.
She even rubbed her eyes, doubting whether she’d truly seen Amy.
She’s alive?
Why hadn’t she returned to the Davis family?
If she told Walter how Michelle had abandoned her under the bridge that night–he’d never forgive her!
Walter stood like a soulless statue, rigidly watching Amy vanish through the revolving doors.
He murmured, voice shattered beyond recognition.
“Amy… Amy…”
Those eyes that had regarded him with nothing but strangeness and terror–like a poisoned ice pick–pierced the last shred of his heart.
She wasn’t pretending. She genuinely… didn’t remember him.
Michelle broke free from shock and fear, stumbling toward him with a tear–choked voice.
“Walter!”
“Is that… really Amy?
She’s not dead?
Why is she here?
What’s her relationship with that man beside her-”
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She trailed off. Walter’s expression had turned murderously dark.
He didn’t look at her. Didn’t respond.
Whirling around, he knocked over a waiter’s tray without noticing.
Michelle stumbled back, her heels twisting awkwardly.
Watching his retreating figure, icy dread crawled up her spine.
Amy was alive!
Not just alive–but she’d forgotten Walter!
What did that mean?
It meant she could remember everything anytime: the bridge, that night, Michelle’s betrayal!
Fear coiled around her like vines.
She had to act. Couldn’t let Amy speak!
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Meanwhile, shielded by Keith, Amy sat trembling in the car, panic still etched on her pale face. Her fingers twisted her clothes unconsciously.
“Amy, it’s okay now,” Keith said gently, handing her a water bottle.
“Did you recognize that man?”
She shook her head hard, eyes filled with genuine confusion and lingering fear.
“No!
Those things he said–childhood friends, marriage, children… none of it rings a bell.
Keith, is my memory broken?
I only remember working in the lab, winning the award, then coming out to celebrate.”
Keith’s heart sank, but his voice stayed calm as he reassured her.
“Don’t overthink it, Amy. You’ve just been too focused on research.
He might’ve mistaken you for someone else. Or he’s mentally unstable. We’ll avoid him from now on.”
“Go get some rest. We’ve got new lab results to analyze tomorrow.”
Amy Carter nodded.
She leaned back in her chair, trying to banish the wild look in that man Walter Davis’s eyes from her mind.
Yet deep inside, an inexplicable ache and emptiness surfaced – fleeting, elusive, impossible to grasp.
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