But now, Agnes felt a pang of unease.
Jared hadn't said much during the drive, seemingly absorbed in the passing scenery outside the car window.
In truth, his mind was racing, trying to piece together the whole situation, past and present, and what he should do next.
Clearly, things were not in his favor.
Agnes had no memory of him, but she remembered Elton.
And that conniving weasel, Elton, had taken full advantage of the situation, being the one to "rescue" and hide Agnes for a month.
Jared had no idea what Elton had told Agnes, but he could certainly guess. Elton would have twisted the truth, cherry-picking facts, misleading Agnes as much as possible.
To Agnes, Jared was just a stranger now.
Winning her back wouldn't be easy. He needed to play the long game.
Eventually, Agnes broke the silence, "Mr. Whitfield, are we going to your friend's house now?"
Jared had mentioned that the child was staying with a friend, and it seemed that was their destination.
Jared replied slowly, "Not just my friend, but yours too. You've known them for years, just as long as I have. They've been really worried about you. I'm bringing you there to ease their minds."
He turned to look at her, his gaze heavy with meaning. "They don't know you've lost your memory."
Agnes didn't know how to respond.
The past eight years were a complete blank—people she had met, experiences she had gone through, friends she had made—nothing came to mind.
She desperately wished she could remember.
But...
The car soon pulled up to a sprawling estate in the heart of the city.
It was a large private property, surrounded by tall trees that offered plenty of privacy.
They drove up the dedicated driveway and parked in front of a modern, glass-fronted house.
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