Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 475: Chapter 474: You Don’t Know Him

South Grant pondered over his words, thinking about how to express himself.

"To put it simply, I accidentally died when I was 28, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself back in high school, about to turn eighteen. The people I knew, and those events that had already happened, I had experienced before. I say I hadn’t experienced them because many things were already different from before. My return and the changes in myself caused a butterfly effect in many events. For example, in my past life, I was imprisoned for a year, but I avoided this incident on the very first day I woke up, and many things after that were also different."

South Grant said this, and the two men present understood.

Although Nathan Foster’s expression was also surprised, it wasn’t as shocked as Vincent’s.

At this moment, Vincent opened his mouth wide, unable to find his voice.

This incredibly mysterious event unexpectedly existed!

And at this time, Nathan Foster unexpectedly spoke to South Grant:

"Why imprisonment? And why accidental death?"

South Grant looked over and saw Nathan Foster’s eyes, deep and dark, like the ocean, turbulent like waves.

There was worry, anger, and even heartache.

South Grant thought that after hearing all this, he wasn’t shocked, but heartbroken.

Heartbroken over her imprisonment and accidental death in her past life.

In the hospital corridor, South Grant quietly recounted the experiences of her past life.

Both the good and the bad.

The happy and the unhappy.

She revealed everything.

From initially rejecting Nathan Foster to now opening her heart, South Grant’s transformation was undeniable.

Nathan Foster listened beside her, his frown growing deeper and deeper.

The Nathan Foster described by South Grant seemed like a completely different person, someone entirely unlike himself.

This recounting lasted a full three hours.

Many things, South Grant had already forgotten.

The pain from back then, now seemed much faded.

Vincent, meanwhile, listened with a face full of anger, occasionally cursing:

"Scumbag!"

"Beast!"

"Heartless!"

He had no regard for Nathan Foster, who was listening beside him.

When South Grant finished telling her story, Nathan Foster looked at her, his frown still deep.

"That person you spoke of... was it really me?"

"Yes."

Perhaps it was from reliving it again, but South Grant felt somewhat despondent.

At this time, Vincent also came to realize that the man who had been forcing South Grant all along was Nathan Foster.

"Kid, that doesn’t seem right. I might not know others, but I do know him."

South Grant looked at Vincent, who then said:

"I’ve always known about the lack of blood relation between your uncle and The Foster Family, and although you said he might have taken his anger out on you for some reason, I find that impossible. He’s domineering, sure, but he wouldn’t involve the innocent. Moreover, he’s a very responsible person. As for what you said about him keeping you as a mistress, I don’t believe that."

Vincent, recalling something, continued:

"You may not know this, but a childhood playmate of his had their hands chopped off, and since then, he’s kept his distance from women, eventually developing a germaphobia. The fact that you could stay by his side means you held a place in his heart; countless women tried to get close to him but all retreated in defeat. What you said is completely unbelievable. That couldn’t be him, given his character, sharing a bed with you every day in the past life would mean he must have loved you deeply, and could never have just considered you a mistress."