Agnes's voice carried a hint of pleading as she spoke, almost like she was asking for a favor.
Jared glanced at Agnes, his expression unchanged, his voice steady and detached.
Jared said, "What makes you think you have the right to contest custody with me, Agnes? Let me tell you, unless you become my wife, you will never have custody of Nocturne. You say you feel guilty as a mother for forgetting your child, but why don't you feel guilty as a wife for neglecting me? Why don't you give us a chance to work things out?"
Agnes had meant to talk about their child.
But Jared always managed to steer the conversation back to them.
Of course, Agnes felt guilty.
She couldn’t bear to face this man, overwhelmed by her guilt.
Not just because she had forgotten him, but because she had been unfaithful before their marriage.
And he was still unaware of it.
To be honest, it wasn’t that Agnes didn’t want to work things out with him; it was that she never considered it from the start.
Agnes felt unworthy of a man like him.
Besides, if she could cheat back then, even when there was love in their marriage, it showed she probably never truly loved him.
So why should she force her amnesic self to maintain a broken marriage with a stranger?
Agnes didn’t want to hurt anyone, including herself.
Agnes turned her head away, avoiding Jared's eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Whitfield, but let's not discuss emotions. In my memory, I don’t know you, and my heart belongs to someone else."
Agnes was telling the truth.
Her eighteen-year-old self was deeply in love with Elton.
Even knowing all that had happened later, those events felt like watching a movie, unable to stir her emotions deeply.
Besides, Agnes knew it was all Jenny's scheming.
Jared was disappointed, but he had expected this answer.
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