"What are you thinking?" Selma shouted and hung up. About twenty minutes later, Ashley's doorbell rang urgently.

She thought it was a food delivery person so she went to open the door, but as soon as she opened the door, Selma rushed in, extremely worried.


'Ashley, I don't believe you have any reason to make such an unreasonable decision." She was so angry that her mouth was spitting fire, she picked up the teacup on the table and poured it straight into her mouth.

Before she could take a sip, the teacup was snatched away.

Selma looked at the person walking over, slightly stunned, 'President Milan."


She was just surprised to meet this person at Ashley's house.

'Hello, President Milan." She immediately extended her hand in a businesslike manner.


'This is Ashley's cup of water, you can't drink it." The other person looked at her coldly, his hand tightly holding the teacup, not letting her hold it.

Seeing Milan like this, Selma suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart, looking at the man a little more, Ashley immediately stood up and said: 'You go back first, if there's anything, we'll talk about it later at the company."

A flash of surprise flashed through Selma's eyes, she raised her head to look at Ashley… was she chasing her away?

"Ashley. You can't hold yourself back for so long. Today, I have to tell you why you missed such a great opportunity. I'm not like this normally." Ashley could work overtime for work, and she would never miss such a good opportunity, for Patterson Group, this was a chance to change the situation from bad to good, but she was thrown away without care.

There must be some reason that she didn't know.

"Ashley, I'm cold." The man's whining voice interrupted Selma's train of thought.

Hearing his childish and whining tone, she almost fell to the ground.

Ashley grabbed Milan: "You go back to your room first." Pressing her voice down and whispering, she could only take Milan back to her bedroom. The matter of this person losing his memory, the less people knew the better, she really didn't expect Selma to run all the way to her house.

It's not that she doesn't trust Selma, but the fewer people who know about this, the safer it is. "Ashley is he... President Milan?"

Selma is very quick-witted, she finds out that something is wrong, she reaches out to grab Ashley's arm, but the other arm is raised to the temple, and makes a "brain problem" gesture.

"No..."

"Ashley, it's cold, I'm so cold."

Ashley almost wants to chase this troublemaker out.

"No, this place of his..."

"Selma, enough." Ashley's face darkens. She doesn't like others saying that this person's brain has a problem, a feeling of hatred that comes from nowhere. But Selma can't hide it, the more she tries to explain, the more unnecessary it is, the more she is smeared.

Puckering her lips, she goes to the kitchen to give the other person a glass of water, then goes back to the bedroom to get a thick shirt: "If you're sick, then rest quietly, who told you to come out here?"

Selma's face was as if she had seen a ghost. Ashley signaled her: "Sit down."

At this moment, she looked at Milan who was sitting quietly on the sofa drinking water with an expression as if she had seen a ghost. She didn't need to wait for an explanation to understand: "Ashley, you gave up the chance to approach Miffel because of him?"

Ashley didn't say anything.

Selma became worried again, "Ashley, you did it because of him? Are you crazy?"

Ashley turned her head to face Milan and said: "Go back to the bedroom first, be good." The other person very unwillingly said "Um" and left.

Only then did she say: "He's sick, he has a high fever, I can't go anywhere."

"He's sick, and you're giving up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this?" Selma was so angry that she burst out laughing: "He just has a high fever."

The more Selma spoke, the angrier she became, and the more she spoke, the more her chest heaved.

"If he's sick, you can find someone else to take care of him. You can take him back to his home. There are so many ways, and you still insist on staying. Do you know that you've given up the opportunity to approach Miffel? You're giving up the opportunity for all the employees of Patterson Group.

You've made all the employees of Patterson Group and I skip a short, easy path, and choose a dangerous and arduous path. Ashley, you've let everyone down this time."

If she didn't know the real problem of Patterson Group, she wouldn't have been in such a hurry.

When she saw a shortcut, she was told not to accept it easily, saying no means no.

Ashley was silent, Selma suddenly stood up: "Ashley, you're crazy. Don't forget what he did to you before." Selma saw Ashley's face suddenly darken, she knew she had said something wrong, but at that moment, she was angry with Ashley so she couldn't stop: "The things he did to you, there are things that cannot be explained with any pen and ink. Is there anything worth giving up the chance to meet Miffel for him? Has he personally apologized to you?

Has he ever said that he loves you? Moreover, with his current appearance, who knows when he will return to normal? Do you want to take care of a child for the rest of your life?"

Every word was like a sharp knife, every knife wanted to stab her.

Ashley's body swayed slightly, and her two hands immediately grabbed the sofa, only then could she stand firm... After he became like this, the words she kept in her heart, but the words that could escape the truth, were all said by Selma in front of her without hesitation. It seemed that her entire body had lost its soul.

Slowly raised her head, "Selma, if he returns to normal, then I can treat him coldly like before. Milan is sober, I used to hate him, but I have never forgiven him. I only hope that in this life when I meet this person again, it will be hell."

If this person was a sane Milan, then resentment was their business, as for her resentment, he deserved it all. But now this person was no longer sane, he had forgotten all resentment and hatred, everything had become her own business, she hated, she blamed him but he didn't understand. Confused, she asked why she hated him, she couldn't dump all the vile things she had suppressed in the past on the person with the mind of an eight-year-old in front of her... no matter how bad it was, she couldn't act like "He's no longer sane, Milan is no longer sane, the Milan of the past, but he used the way he could think of to treat me well, even though it was very childish. But he was very good to Ashley, it had nothing to do with anything else. I admit, I was greedy.

Greedy for the warmth of an eight-year-old. Selma... what do you want me to do? Do I personally push this little bit of 'warmth' away?"

'Even if I wanted to hate and resent, it was resenting that sane person, not an eight-year-old child."