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Chapter 83
Anson raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharpening as he processed Victor’s words. He put down his phone and leaned forward slightly, his expression turning serious. “Lost her memory?” he repeated, his tone reflecting both surprise and curiosity. “You’re telling me Eden doesn’t remember anything from her past?”
Victor nodded, his gaze distant as he leaned back against the couch. The lines on his face were soft but worn, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on him. “It’s the only explanation that makes sense,” he said, his voice low. “She didn’t know who I was when we met. She’s different from the woman I once knew. It’s like… she’s a completely different person.”
Anson, ever the skeptic, studied Victor closely. “So you’re telling me that Eden, the woman you’ve been chasing after, just so happens to have lost her memory? And now you want me to go dig around in her past?” His tone was tinged with disbelief but also a certain level of intrigue. “What’s your plan, Victor? You want to bring her back to what she was before?”
Victor’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he considered Anson’s question. “I don’t know what I want yet,” he admitted, his voice edged with frustration. “But I do know that I can’t stand the thought of her not remembering me. I need answers. If there’s anything about her past that can explain this, I need to find it.”
Anson didn’t respond right away. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, as if weighing the situation. After a moment, he sighed and gave a reluctant nod. “Alright. I’ll go to Spiula County tomorrow, take the photo, and see what I can find. But you’d better be ready for whatever comes up. Things like this aren’t always as simple as they seem.”
Victor didn’t say anything at first, but his eyes softened just a little. “I know,” he said quietly, his gaze turning toward the window. “I just can’t stand the idea of her being lost… without knowing who she really is.”
Anson raised an eyebrow, his usual sarcasm now laced with genuine concern. “You’ve got it bad, haven’t you? I’ve never seen you like this before.”
Victor shot Anson a look, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You don’t understand,” he replied simply, though the weight of his words was clear.
Anson, though typically flippant, could see the depth of Victor’s emotion and chose not to press further. Instead, he stood up from his chair and stretched, his tone shifting back to its usual teasing nature. “Fine. I’ll get the job done tomorrow. But don’t blame me if you’re diving into more than you bargained for. A woman’s memory? That’s a whole new mess.”
Victor gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, the seriousness of the situation settling on his shoulders again. “I’ll be prepared for whatever it takes,” he said, his voice steady but filled with resolve.
With that, the conversation shifted, and Anson returned to his phone, leaving Victor to his thoughts. The night was still young, but the uncertainty of what lay ahead was heavy on Victor’s mind. His past with Eden had been clouded with regrets, and now, as the pieces of their history seemed to slip away, he wondered if it was even possible to bring them back together again.