Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
He remembered how Rosalyn had come looking for him.
At that time, she thought he was pretending to have amnesia because he blamed her for selling herself and betraying him. That was why she knelt in front of him and explained over and over again that she had sold herself to save him.
Rosalyn would not have come to him and deliberately mentioned selling herself if he had lost his memory after the car accident.
It meant he didn’t lose his memory directly after the car accident and blamed Rosalyn, so she was in a hurry to explain.
He should have lost his memory later. Only his brother or the people around him knew why.
The more Jackson thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. His face darkened, and his grip on his phone tightened.
“Erin, you’re my brother’s man, and you won’t tell me the truth.”
“But one day, I’ll regain all my memories.”
“If I find out that you’re all lying to me, then we won’t even be friends anymore.”
Jackson hung up the phone after saying that.
The people by his side were all his brother’s men.
Erin was, and so did Zoey, even his bodyguard.
They often told him not to return to Arcadia in the past five years.
He didn’t think about it carefully before, but he felt they stopped him from coming to Arcadia, probably because they feared he would think of something.
He would have been kept in the dark forever if he hadn’t insisted on coming to Arcadia to deal with his work this time.
Erin looked at the black screen and didn’t come to his senses for long.
Ten minutes later, he sighed and sent a message to Jackson.
“Jackson, I only started treating you after you were returned to your family. By that time, you had already lost your memory. Your brother said you lost your memory directly after a car accident, but I discovered that wasn’t the case during treatment. Your brother asked me to keep it a secret, but I didn’t want to lose you as a friend.”
Jackson’s depression slowly dissipated when he saw this message. It seemed that Erin treated him as a friend.
However, what Erin said confirmed his guess. What Rosalyn said back then was true, and the information was all fake.
The only person who could fake his past was his brother. But why did he do this?
Was his brother doing this because he thought Rosalyn couldn’t bring business value to him?
Jackson had a rough idea of the situation.
But how exactly did his amnesia occur?
Also, what was the reason why Rosalyn didn’t like him?
Could it be that his brother had once said something unpleasant to her, which disappointed her?
Jackson sent all these questions to Erin, and Erin quickly replied to his message.
[Jackson, I really don’t know how your amnesia was caused.]
[As for Ms. Garcia, I have never heard your brother mention her before me, and I have never seen her.]
[If it weren’t for the last time I photographed and sent it to the chat group, I didn’t know about you two when Zoey found out and reminded me.) According to Erin’s character, he wouldn’t have spread the news if he had known what had happened between him and Rosalyn.
After Jackson ensured Erin wasn’t lying, he put down his phone and called Zoey in.
In the face of his questioning, Zoey remained composed and spoke flawlessly, without any loopholes.
Zoey was different from Erin. He was a child brought up by Jackson’s elder brother, so he was naturally loyal to his elder brother. Jackson understood Zoey but didn’t need him to stay by his side and constantly remind him to stay away from Rosalyn.
“Go back to Imperial Capital first. You’re not needed here for the time being,” Jackson said.
When Zoey heard that he was being chased away, his face was full of disbelief.
Last time, the president didn’t allow him to participate in the bidding because he had said a few bad things about Ms. Garcia.
After only a few words about Ms. Garcia this time, the president would send him back to the Imperial Capital. Did the president think of something?
“Mr. Collins.”
“Get out.”
Before Zoey could finish his words, he was scolded by Jackson. He had no choice but to s hut his mou th and turn around to leave. It was impossible to pry out anything from Zoey. The only person who knew the truth and forged everything had passed away. However, in addition to his elder brother, as the person involved, Rosalyn must know whether his elder brother had looked for her. When Jackson hesitated about asking Rosalyn directly, the receptionist came in with an express delivery box.
“Mr. Collins, this is your package.”
Jackson frowned when he heard that he had a package. “What’s this?”
The receptionist placed the package on the table and respectfully replied, “It’s from Ms. Garcia.”
Jackson saw the name of the sender. It was indeed Rosalyn, so he waved the receptionist to leave.
He opened the package, and his face darkened when he saw the dress and shoes inside.
Rosalyn had returned all the things he had given her.
Jackson’s heart felt like it had been blocked by something, and he found breathing difficult.
She must be highly disappointed with him, so she didn’t accept his gift.
After about ten hours of sleep, Rosalyn was awakened by the TV sound.
She tried hard to open her eyes and saw the news of the business marriage between the Evans Group and the Moore Group.
“The heir of the largest financial conglomerate in the Northern Hemisphere, the Evans Group’s conglomerate, Andrew Evans, will be engaged to Ms. Moore from the Moore family’s conglomerate two months from now.”
“The business alliance between the two groups will bring earth-shattering changes to the market in the Northern Hemisphere…”
The man on TV was noble and cold, no different from usual, except that there was a woman holding his arm.
The two made a high-profile appearance at the engagement banquet and announced the news of their engagement. Those who came to congratulate them were all famous figures from high society. Rosalyn had once hoped he would marry her, just like he had done to Emily. He would announce to the world that she was his fiancee.
However, it was just an extravagant hope. She was destined to get nothing in her life, not even a trace of pity.
