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Chapter 970
Sylvia ran all the way out of the street.
Jacob had been following her from the shadows. When she started to run, he went after her and caught up with her
when she finally stopped.
He asked anxiously, “What‘s wrong, Madam? Did you meet someone who wants to harm you?”
Sylvia panted from exhaustion. “N.–no.”
“Then, why are you running?”
“I met a group of difficult people.” Thinking of the young woman who led the group in heckling her earlier, she
looked at Jacob and asked, “Do you know who the people who just talked to me were?”
“I know a few. Except for Ms. Springsteen, the others should be from the Westchester Art Association.”
‘The Art Association? So, the man who was warm and cordial to me earlier was my good friend Simon Foster? As
for Ms. Springsteen...
She asked, “Is Ms. Springsteen the woman who stood in front and talked to me?”
Jacob responded, “Yes.”
Sylvia frowned. ‘No wonder she was acting strangely toward me. She‘s Lily Springsteen, the eldest daughter of the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSpringsteen family who had a fake engagement with Odell before.‘
“Madam, did Ms. Springsteen say anything to you?”
“Well, she tried to encourage me to draw in public.”
“And then?”
“And then I ran.”
Jacob looked at her righteous appearance and felt his lips twitch.
It was already dark when she returned home.
Liam and Isabel were still having piano lessons. Flint had also just woken up and flapped his lips, wanting to drink
milk.
Sylvia fed him and held him in the living room to play.
Ding!
Suddenly, the phone in her pocket rang.
She held Flint with one hand and took out her phone with the other. It was a message from Simon. “Sylvia, are you
okay?”
Sylvia typed with one hand. “I‘m fine. What‘s wrong?”
Simon replied, “That‘s good. I just feel that you seemed a little off.”
She laughed and replied, “I forgot to tell you, but I have amnesia.”
Simon typed, “...”
She continued, “I‘m sorry. I didn‘t mean to not recognize you just
now.”
“So, you really don‘t know Lily?”
“Yeah.”
They went on to talk about her memory loss.
After an unknown amount of time, when Sylvia was getting carried away by the conversation, she was suddenly
slapped on the head.
“Ow!” She cried out in pain and looked up to see Odell.
He wore a black shirt and slim pants carrying his jacket in one hand. He looked at her somberly. “Who are you
chatting with?”
Sylvia replied honestly, “Simon.”
“What are you two chatting about so happily?” She did not even notice him after such a long time.
“We‘re talking about my memory loss.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe narrowed his eyes, his expression still unhappy. “How did you get to that topic?”
Sylvia told the story of her meeting Simon in the afternoon. “I went near the Art Academy this noon and met him at
an outdoor painting exhibition. Lily and the others kept trying to get me to paint, but I ran away directly, so he sent
me a message because he was worried.”
Odell‘s eyes flickered.
He lifted Flint up and handed him to Aunt Tonya, then sat down beside Sylvia and wrapped his long arm around her
shoulder, pulling her into his arms. Then, he asked, “Lily and the others tried getting you to paint?”
“Yeah, but they didn‘t succeed.”
“Oh?” Looking at her somewhat smug expression, he smiled and asked, “How did you escape?”
“I ran away.”
When she said those words, she raised her brows as if she was very proud of herself. It was like she did something
very clever. Odell could not help but curl his lips. “Then what?”
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