A few days later, Laura finally divorced Adam. She was completely humiliated at her grandfather's birthday party. Margaret, with a gleeful heart, immediately kicked Adam out of the house.
“I'm glad my daughter finally opened her eyes. What's the point of keeping a useless creature like you? You only have a handsome face, but you have nothing,” Margaret sneered.
“I may not have anything right now, but when I return to my position, I assure you that you will be the first to receive my revenge.” Adam was truly heartbroken by the Smith family's treatment. He wasn't even valued as a human being.
Hearing Adam's threat, Margaret smiled cynically. “Go on! You're nothing but a braggart. What have you given us in these two years?”
Adam took a deep breath. Talking to Margaret would only set his head and heart on fire. The woman was very adept at belittling others.
“Remember these words, Mrs. Margaret. Your family will be destroyed soon.” Adam's eyes glowed red with vengeance. He would never forget what he had endured for the past two years.
“Our family will be destroyed if you're still with us. You're just a bad omen. You're a poor man! What do you have to curse our family with? Your life is already useless, you just burden others!”
Margaret turned and entered the house. She slammed the door shut with a bit of force.
Adam looked at the house one last time. Even Laura didn't bother to see him off. She chose to...
Adam turned away, no longer paying attention to Margaret's foul words and insults. He had been kicked out of the house in the most humiliating way. He was sure he would return, but not as a poor son-in-law, but as someone who would destroy them.
Adam didn't have much with him, just a backpack containing a few pieces of clothing. During his time as the Smith family's son-in-law, he had nothing. Even Laura didn't allow him to take any of the expensive clothes she bought him.
“I need to see Mr. Edmund. Maybe he's already back in London.” Adam stepped onto the bus. He refused to wallow in self-pity. Two years had been enough of a lesson for him to face the harsh realities of life.
After a little over two hours, Adam reached his destination. He went to the reception desk and stated his purpose.
“Have you made an appointment?” the receptionist asked, looking at Adam with skepticism. Adam's appearance didn't exactly inspire confidence that he could afford the services of a lawyer in this office. However, she still served him politely.
“Just say, Mr. Sean William Anderson wants to see him.” The receptionist was quite surprised to hear the name. Of course, she didn't immediately believe the words of the man in front of her. Adam, alias Sean, noticed the change in the woman's expression. “Why? Do you think I'm a ghost?”
“It's not like that.” The receptionist took a deep breath and picked up the phone. “Wait a minute!”
After a few moments of talking on the phone, the receptionist turned to Sean. She also escorted him to Mr. Edmund's office.
“Sean...? Is that you?” Mr. Edmund rose from his seat. He removed his glasses and placed them on the table. Then, he walked towards Sean. Mr. Edmund's two hands pressed down on Sean's shoulders and squeezed them. “Is it really you, son?” His eyes were filled with emotion at seeing Sean again.
“Yes. It's me, sir. I didn't die.”
Mr. Edmund pulled Sean into a hug. “I knew you hadn't died. But where have you been for the past two years? Why did you suddenly disappear?”
Sean couldn't help but let tears fall from the corners of his eyes. He couldn't hide the emotion he felt. After his parents, he was closest to Mr. Edmund. The man was like a second father to him.
Sean obeyed when Mr. Edmund led him to sit on the sofa. The almost sixty-year-old man's eyes never left Sean's face. It was as if he was scrutinizing the person in front of him, making sure he was truly the heir to Anderson Inc.
“It's a long story, sir. I'll tell you briefly.” Sean then recounted everything from the events before his accident.
The day of the accident, Sean visited one of the branches in Brighton. He was only with Damian. He and Damian also visited the site where the new branch was to be built. Because it was a weekend, the place was deserted and no one was working. Damian followed Sean for a while, but in the middle, Damian excused himself for a moment after receiving a call. Without any suspicion, Sean allowed Damian to leave.
After Damian left, Sean continued to walk around, looking at the large area that had already been cleared. Until he looked at the street, he accidentally saw a large truck passing by at high speed. In the middle of the road, there was a woman who was so busy with her phone that she didn't heed the horn that had been sounding for some time.
Instinctively, Sean ran towards the woman and pushed her to the side. But unfortunately, he was the one who was hit by the truck, causing him to be thrown several meters. Blood gushed out of his head.
“After the accident, I don't remember anything.” Sean concluded his story. Edmund looked at him with pity and concern.
“Sean. What you've told me is very different from your secretary's story. From her account, you were both in the same car. Suddenly, the car's brakes failed, and your secretary couldn't control it anymore. She signaled for you to jump out. She managed to, but you didn't. And finally, the car hit a tree and exploded.”
Sean felt furious as he listened to Edmund's story. How dare Damian fabricate such a story? The person he trusted most dared to do this to him.
“Sean….” Edmund touched the back of Sean's hand, causing Sean, who was tense, to relax his muscles and turn to him. “I think if they found out about your memory loss, maybe they've been watching you all this time.” Edmund said it in a serious tone. He became worried for Sean's safety if they found out that Sean's memory had returned.
Instead of being worried, Sean smiled. “I already know. He did put someone to watch me while I was still at the Smith family's residence.”
Edmund was shocked. “They must have known you were coming here. You have to be more careful, Sean.” The middle-aged man warned Sean because he considered Sean like a son he didn't have.
“That's what I want. If they find out my memory has returned, they're sure to show up. I just have to move fast. I'm sure they're after something because they let me live.” Sean turned to look at Edmund. “Sir, I need your help.”
***
“So, Sean has left the Smith family's residence?” Luis—Sean's uncle—was in his room, which used to be Sean's. In front of him stood Damian with his head bowed.
“Yes, sir. According to my men, Mr. Sean has divorced Miss Laura and was kicked out.”
Luis smirked, knowing Sean's fate was to be lost and lonely. For the past two years, he had enjoyed Sean's suffering, so he let his nephew live.
“Get him back alive and bring him to me. He's not allowed to die.” Luis gave the order.
During the accident two years ago...
“Did you leave him alone?” someone spoke to Damian through a phone call. Damian was driving a car, leaving Sean alone in the area where the factory was to be built.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Come back in about an hour. My men will take care of Sean!” he ordered.
“Are you sure you have to kill Mr. Sean, Mr. Luis?” Damian seemed to tremble, as if he didn't really want to do it.
“That's none of your business! I've paid you! Just shut up and do what I tell you!” Luis yelled.
“O-okay.”
The call was cut off unilaterally. Damian gripped the steering wheel tightly. His eyes were red, his jaw clenched to hold back tears. He didn't intend to do this, but he needed money to pay his father's gambling debts.
However, less than an hour later, Luis called back. “It seems God is on my side. Sean had an accident even before my hands got dirty.” Luis laughed loudly.
“Mr. Sean had an accident?” Damian stammered. He felt worried even though he had also been part of those who wanted to harm Sean.
“Yes.” Luis laughed again. “You quickly find out about Sean's condition now! Kill him if possible!” the man on the phone ordered.
“Ki-kill?” Damian swallowed hard.
The call was cut off again. Damian's heart beat very fast because of the order he had just been given. How could he kill Sean with his own hands?
“I'm sorry, Mr. Sean. I'm sorry.” Damian looked at Damian's wallet that was left in the car.
Damian went to the scene of the accident. There, he accidentally found Sean's phone that had been thrown several meters from where he was hit and put it in his pocket.
From there, Damian went to the nearest hospital from the scene. He just watched and didn't get close. For several days, he still couldn't get close to Sean because there were always a few people guarding him. A girl and a middle-aged couple, Laura and her parents. They never left Sean's side so he found it difficult to carry out his orders.
Sean regained consciousness, but he couldn't remember anything. Damian, feeling guilty, contacted the person who gave him the order and convinced him not to kill Sean because he wasn't dangerous. Especially since no one knew Sean's identity, no one would have guessed that the amnesiac man was the heir to the Anderson Business Empire.
“Make sure he doesn't remember anything!”
Sean refused when Edmund invited him to stay at his house. He didn't want Edmund to become a target of Luis as well. It was enough for him to be the target of that greedy man, not anyone else.“After I meet my friend, I'll see you again, sir. And after that, I'll be a big bother to you,” Sean said all of that in a playful tone.“I'd be happy to have you bother me, Son. You're like a child to me,” Edmund said sincerely.Sean smiled in response. “Get married again and have many children.”“I'm not interested in that. It's a hassle!” Edmund laughed heartily until his cheek muscles lifted, but then he lowered them again. “I'd rather have you stay with me.” Edmund looked disappointed when Sean rejected his offer. He lived alone, and it would be nice to have Sean there. Edmund had been married before, but his wife passed away before they had children. After his wife's death, Edmund decided to remain a widower up to now.Sean sighed heavily. “What's the point of remembering that family? A fa
“We lost track of Mr. Sean, sir.” Damian stood with a slightly hunched back. His head was bowed, not daring to lift his face.Luis, who heard him, appeared calm. However, anyone who knew him would know that the man was carrying a bomb within him. Slowly, Luis walked towards the corner of the room. There was a large vase containing several golf clubs.His lips curled into a thin grin, but no one saw it because he was facing the wall. Luis took a golf club and traced it from end to end with his eyes. “So, you don't know Sean's whereabouts?” he asked softly, but with emphasis.“Yes, sir,” Damian replied with a trembling voice. Occasionally, the corner of his eye glanced towards Luis to gauge the man's expression. Damian quickly bowed his head when Luis turned to him and now walked slowly towards him.Luis stood right in front of Damian, causing Damian's body to break out in cold sweat. Damian had followed Luis for two years, so he knew how the man behaved. He would do anything to achieve
Margaret glared disapprovingly at the young man in front of her. Her face was rigid, as if there were many unpleasant things she wanted to say."Where are you off to so early in the morning?" Margaret asked."I'm looking for a job, Mom," the young man replied.The old woman smirked mockingly. "A job? What can you do? No one wants to hire you. And even if they do, it might just be as a labourer," she sneered."Oh, come on, Mom! Didn't Mommy want Adam to work?" It wasn't Adam's voice, but Laura's—Adam's wife. Laura's sudden appearance shifted her mother’s attention to her."What kind of job can your husband do, Laura?" Margaret asked with a scornful look. "Look at him... his bulging belly. That's because he never moves. He just eats and sleeps every day. Instead of working, he's just going to bring shame to our family!"Of course, what Margaret said about her son-in-law was a lie she made up. Adam's body was lean, with not much fat on him. They had treated Adam like a servant all this t
A young man struggles to rise from his current position lying on the street. A few minutes ago, a luxury car hit him as he was about to cross the road. Since the situation was quite deserted, the car didn't stop at all, not even to apologize.Nonetheless, the young man still managed to see and remember the type of car and the license plate number of the vehicle that hit him. It was a red Lamborghini Veneno Roadster.The young man groaned with his fists clenched on the street, attempting to lift himself back up. The blood on his temple was making him increasingly lose consciousness, until he eventually passed out.***"Your husband is truly troublesome, Laura! Why do you still want to stay with him?!"A familiarly annoying voice could be faintly heard. Although he couldn't open his eyes yet, he could clearly hear what was being said."Oh, come on, Mom! If it wasn't for him saving me back then, I wouldn't have married him!""Why did you have to make that vow back then? Everything is cha
Margaret was furious to see her son-in-law staying in his room for several days, even though she believed Adam's injury wasn't too severe. There were only a few stitches on his temple.In a fit of anger, Margaret marched into Adam's room. A loud noise was heard as the door leaf collided with the wall. Adam, who was sleeping, woke up and sat up, leaning his back against the headboard."You lazy good-for-nothing! Aren't you healed already? Why are you still holed up in the room? Look, the backyard has too much overgrown grass! Get up quickly and clean it!" Margaret's face was full of anger as she saw Adam still on the bed."Don't you dare yell at me!" Adam retorted, catching Margaret off guard. She didn't expect Adam to raise his voice at her."Are you defying me, huh?!" The woman approached Adam. As her hand raised, intending to slap him, Adam immediately grabbed her wrist. Margaret's eyes widened in surprise. What had happened to her son-in-law that he dared to do this to her?"You, l
After traveling for more than two hours, Adam arrived in the city he was heading to. Stepping off the bus, he closed his eyes for a moment. He stretched out his arms and breathed in the London air he missed."London truly is the best." After indulging in nostalgia with the London air, Adam resumed his stride. This time, he was heading to the company he had left two years ago.After walking for about fifteen minutes, Adam arrived in front of a very tall office building. He took a moment to look up and gaze at the skyscraper belonging to his family, the Anderson family.Although he used to enter the building with confidence, this time he couldn't do it. People wouldn't believe he was Sean William Anderson. Look at his appearance now! His scruffy face and shabby clothes didn't match the image of a wealthy family member. Despite being a son-in-law of a wealthy family, it didn't guarantee his well-being. Adam was no different from a beggar seeking pity there.Adam walked towards the securi
After leaving the old janitor's house he knew as Warner, Adam headed straight to the Anderson family lawyer's office. Unfortunately, Mr. Edmund—the lawyer—wasn't in England. He was in Norway and might only return in a week."Why is my luck so cursed? Have I committed too many sins in the past?" As it was getting late in the day, Adam decided to return to Brighton. Only that house could be his temporary refuge. There was nothing else he remembered, he even forgot Laura's message.Adam entered the Smith family home with a tired body and mind. If he wanted to return, he had to be patient and cautious. Otherwise, his uncle's subordinates might find him first."Where have you been?" Margaret's voice startled Adam. He lazily rolled his eyes before turning to face Margaret."What's up, Mom?" he asked lazily.Margaret looked Adam up and down. "Where have you been? What did you bring back?" Margaret mocked Adam when she saw his empty hands. "I thought your business would make you rich and brin