Chapter 169

Since they knew about the incident where Angeline drugged Ned, they naturally also understood his obsession with her before he lost his memory. He had almost killed someone for her then. Rumour had it that he had grabbed a student from Oceanford High School by the collar and almost threw him off the rooftop. If she hadn’t intervened, the student would have died long ago. Could it be that Ned had regained his memory?
At Angeline’s silence, Ned continued to exert force and shouted, “Not sincere enough!”
Bradley pleaded, “Ms. Emmerson, I am a despicable scoundrel! I impersonated Mr. Fletcher’s cousin, but I am nothing! Please ask Mr. Fletcher to spare me.
“I won’t dare do this again! If you’re unsatisfied, you can kick me a few more times and treat me like dirt! I beg you!”
From what Bradley heard, Ned used to fight to the death if necessary.
He would not listen to anyone who advised him to stop, but as long as Angeline showed up and asked him to go home, he would drop the issue and obediently follow her home like a golden retriever.
So now, Bradley was desperately pleading with her like a drowning man clutching at straws.
“Louder! I can’t hear you!” shouted Ned, suppressing his anger but showing no mercy under his foot.
Bradley felt like his head was going to explode from underneath Ned.
“Ms. Emmerson, I’m sorry! Please help me. I’m genuinely sorry! I won’t do it again. I won’t do it again!” he yelled hoarsely.
Angeline stared at Ned’s back, feeling somewhat dazed. She couldn’t help but wonder what Ned was trying to achieve. Was he forcing Bradley to apologize, or was he forcing her to speak up?
In the past, during their arguments, Ned enjoyed forcing her to speak first.
Bradley continued to yell as he felt more pressure on his head.
“Ned, that’s enough!” Angeline finally said, her voice cold and indifferent.
Ned’s hand in his pocket tightened, and he finally removed his foot from Bradley’s head.
“Thank you, Mr. Fletcher! Thank you, Ms. Emmerson!”
As if he had been granted clemency, Bradley quickly got up and ran away with his companions.
Angeline continued to stare at Ned’s back, her gaze indifferent as she watched him turn around. Their eyes met.
Ned felt his breathing become rapid as he looked at Angeline, whose features had hardly changed from his memory.
Perhaps it was because he hadn’t rested well for the past few days, but the creases on his double eyelids appeared extremely deep, and he had bloodshot eyes.
Angeline looked at him for a while
but ultimately turned to walk toward the traffic light at the intersection without saying anything. Ned chased after her for a few steps and stopped.
Ned didn’t know what he could say once he caught up with her.
He hadn’t forgotten what he had done to her after she woke up in the hospital and sought him out. But at the thought of the young girl who had been with Angeline that day, he gritted his teeth and went after her anyway.
“Angeline!” he called out as she was about to cross the road.
She turned around, her eyes full of questions.
He walked up to her and said, “Let’s talk.”
She looked at him briefly before smiling and replying, “I don’t think there’s anything left between you and me to discuss.”
“It’s about the young girl,” he blurted, feeling guilty.
“If that girl from that day is my daughter, I have the right to know about her existence.”
“She’s not yours. I told you last time,” she replied bluntly.
“I’ve admitted it to you at least twice before. Nothing happened between us the night I was drugged, and that was years ago. Stop dwelling on it! The only thing you should feel guilty about is almost killing the children in my womb years ago.”