Novel Square
Chapter 147
Chapter 147
Chapter 147 The Second Lloyd Brother
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Sawyer inhaled deeply, his gaze filled with concern as he looked at her. “Your forgetfulness of me is a result of human instinct,” he said.
“When a person undergoes an experience too painful to bear, they instinctively forget many things as a form of self–protection. For instance, the memory of that night, you may have forcibly erased it from your mind.”
Freya sat on the steps, her legs slightly ben. The afternoon sun cast a slanted light on her, elongating her slender shadow on the ground.
Her hands were clenched tightly into fists, her lips pursed into a straight line, and her gaze was cold as she
stared into the distance.
The pain was still raw, so raw that even after three years, the mere mention of that child would make her tremble.
Sawyer chuckled lightly, his gaze resting on Freya. “You despise Nathaniel, don’t you?”
“In my opinion, he is truly heartless. He showed no mercy, even to his own flesh and blood. After all, the child was innocent.”
Freya’s eyes narrowed slowly, her voice cool as she responded, “Did you call me here just to rip open my old wounds and pour salt into them?” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
“What’s your game? Stop beating around the bush.”
Sawyer was taken aback, a wave of agitation washing over him. She had completely forgotten him, likely because he had entered her life at the worst possible time.
He had appeared on a day she desperately wished to forget, which was unfortunate. He would have to help her remember, bit by bit.
Sawyer took a breath, his gaze falling on the lake beneath them. “I’ll take a few minutes to jog Ms. Gomez’s memory, so you don’t think I’m a fraud.”
“Do you remember Alcraville Women’s Prison?”
Freya’s fingers tightened slightly. How could she forget that nightmare?
Sawyer continued, “I’m actually a doctor.”
Freya looked at the handsome young man beside her in disbelief. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he had claimed to be a pig butcher, but his declaration of being a doctor took her aback.
Sawyer smiled, his gaze on Freya./’I believe you’ve heard about my life story, considering it’s been the talk
of Saeville.”
“I don’t mind sharing. My mother was a nurse in a small Southeastern country. She was the daughter of a local Chinese businessman, not a wealthy tycoon, but a humble man who ran a small supermarket.”
“She was an intern at a local private hospital when she caught the eye of a wealthy businessman named Lloyd who was there for a check–up. At the time, Lloyd had just entered into an arranged marriage for
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“My mother had no interest in engaging in a scandalous affair with him. However, the next day, my grandfather was involved in a car accident while out for supplies, resulting in a crushed leg.”
Freya was taken aback.
Sawyer spoke as if he was recounting someone else’s story.
expression calm.
He continued, “My mother gave in, became his mistress, and later gave birth to me.”
“I was born into this world under embarrassing circumstances, hidden from sight. Despite being well- provided for, can you comprehend that feeling?”
“That’s why I was rebellious from a young age. I enjoyed doing the exact opposite of what was expected of
me.”
“My mother finally left my father and took me to Porejimo. I attended medical school there and returned to my homeland three years ago.”
“I met a classmate who was also a doctor. We had dinner a few times and became acquaintances.”
“He was drunk one day and mentioned you. He said there was a beautiful woman in prison who was being tortured to the brink of death. The person responsible had a formidable background, and no one in the prison dared to intervene. Everyone turned a blind eye.”
Freya inhaled sharply, falling silent.
Sawyer spoke indifferently, “I was leading a dreary life at that time. My father wanted me to study economics and management, but I chose medicine. He offered to give me some family money, but I told him to give it to my lawyer brother. I had no interest in it.”
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