Chapter 604: Her Embarassing Past Memory

(Author’s POV)

"What you are saying is~ ... is Mrs. Amy Garcia your biological mother?" Elio’s voice came out high-pitched and shocked. Even Brave, whose focus was ahead, suddenly stopped the car in the middle of the road. They both turned around at the same time and stared at Myra like they had seen a ghost.

Myra, her thoughts jumbled and chaotic, quickly realised what she had said. Blinking rapidly, she sat up straight and pursed her lips.

Her unnatural reaction was enough to give them the answer. Brave asked further, his brows knitted, "Since when do you know about this?"

Myra hesitated, but now that the cat was out of the bag, she couldn’t take back her words. She replied with all honesty, "At the dinner with Garcias, the evening I was kidnapped."

"You know from that time?" Elio exclaimed.

Myra nodded. "Amy announced it in front of her family and me."

The brothers were left speechless for a while. Finding his voice again, Brave questioned, "Who else knows about it other than you and the Garcias?"

"Now~ .... you two," Myra mumbled. "Amy Garcia is Amelia Clinton. My birth mother~ .... The girl those vicious schemers have trapped twenty years ago." She looked out of the window at nothing in particular, her eyes turning moist. "So, she is the one who should receive apologizes from Garry Yates and everyone else, not me. She is the one who had suffered the most. She is the one~ ...." She paused, her voice choked, "~who deserves the truth more than anyone else." Her nose turned red as she tried to hold back her tears.

The car fell into a stifling quietness. Whether it was the bond or something else, they could feel Myra’s wrecked emotional state. Their hearts ached with pain at the sight of her like that.

Brave then spoke, his voice reassuring, "Whoever was a part of that malicious deal, whether it was that Denver Brooks or any other being, I will find each one of them and make them kneel in front of you and your mother. I promise, Myra. None~ ... none of them will be left unscathed. They will all get the punishment they deserve. This time, they will be the ones begging for mercy."

Myra clenched her injured fist a bit too tightly, then released it but said nothing.

Brave started the engine again as the car drove off.

After what had happened, Myra’s body was too tired. Resting her head on the windowsill, she closed her eyes and fell into another deep slumber.

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(Myra’s POV)

The sound of waves crashing against the shore woke me up. I opened my eyes and found myself in yet another unfamiliar space. No, wait~ .... this place isn’t unfamiliar. I have been here before, with Fabian.

Wasn’t I riding back home with Elio and Brave in the car? What am I doing here? Did they bring me to this place?" My eyes darted around in search of them. But surprisingly, they were nowhere to be seen.

A frown appeared on my face as I started walking. At some distance, I saw two people sitting side by side on the beach. The guy’s head was inclined towards the girl as he was listening to her words attentively.

I couldn’t catch what they were saying from back there.

They seemed like a couple. Going close and disturbing their private moment didn’t seem right to me. I was about to pivot around when I narrowed my eyes and noticed the dress that girl was wearing. It looked exactly like the attire I had worn at the banquet held at the Crown Opulence.

My attention turned towards the guy, his suit, his build; he looked like Fabian.

All of a sudden, everything clicked: ’Am I having a vision of one of my memories?’

"But why am I seeing this?" I mumbled to myself, perplexed.

Since this was a dream, I stepped towards them. My voice was tipsy and slurred, nearly incoherent. Even I couldn’t understand what my past self was saying, but Fabian, he listened with utmost patience, a smile tucked at his lips.

Carefully, he tugged a stray strand of hair behind my ear and said, "Feel free to use me however you want; I will always back you, no matter what."

The past me smiled at his words innocently.

Then he changed the topic, "Myra, you have drunk quite a lot, and the weather has been on and off. Let me take you back home."

The other me shook her head like a stubborn child and mumbled, pouting, "Ummhmmm~ ... I am tired."

Without another word, Fabian picked me up in his arms. I yelped and started to giggle.

He inquired, "Why are you laughing?"

The other me chuckled, poking at his cheeks, and replied, "It’s just funny. How you treat me like a princess sometimes. Do you like me or something, hmm?" She then nuzzled her head and added, "Wendy says you do, Yel sometimes says you do~ ... so, I just found their words funny."

My eyes widened when I heard my past self uttering such nonsense in front of Fabian. ’Gosh~ ... why did I get drunk back then? Blabbering stupid things in front of him, how embarrassing.’

I hadn’t fully recovered from my past actions when Fabian’s reply caught me off guard: "And what if~ ... I do like you? What would be your answer then?"

The other me hitched he breath. Then poked her cheek again and blurted, "That’s impossible. Why would a person like you like someone like me? You are so accomplished, and handsome and a good person."

My cheeks flushed at my past self’s reply. I smacked my forehead. ’Myra~ .... Myra, you should stop drinking altogether. Look what a mess you have made in front of him. He must be feeling so awkward at that time.’

"There is always a possibility. You never know," Fabian’s answer snapped me back.

"Huhh??? What??? Did I hear it correctly?" I said to myself, dumbfounded. I looked at his expression; his eyes held something deep. I could tell its meaning.

The realization hit me like a tidal wave, shattering my composure in an instant. "Fa~ ... Fabian~ .... likes me?????" My mouth hung open.

I was still in shock when my vision went pitch black for five seconds. Then a bright, blinding light appeared.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .