NovelTrueChapter 899
A flicker of panic flashed in Violet's violet eyes as she shook her head. "I don't know."
"Then how did you and Marguerite meet? Did | know her before?" Silas asked, his voice steady but probing.
Violet bit her lower lip, her breath catching as she studied him, searching for answers in his expression. But his
face was unreadable, giving nothing away.
"Silas, what does Marguerite have to do with you? Why are you suddenly asking about her?"
Silas's gaze drifted out the window, unfocused. What did Marguerite have to do with him, really? Why was he
suddenly so fixated on her? Was it the headaches that struck every the saw her? Or was it the strange
familiarity he felt toward everyone in her orbit?
Maybe it was both.
He lowered his eyes, his deep gaze softening with a mix of carelessness and something almost tender. "I'm not
sure. Just wanted to ask."
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Violet was quiet for a long moment before finally replying, her face pale. "I don't know if you two met before-you
never told me. As for how | met Marguerite, it was after | helped her mother. When Thunderbolt Enterprises went
under, | started working as her assistant."
She'd been Marguerite's assistant? That was news to him. But then again, it made sense. For the past six
months, they'd been in a long-distance relationship, rarely seeing each other. Today was the first tthey'd had
a real, honest conversation.
"So, the company | worked for before was Thunderbolt Enterprises? Why did it go bankrupt? Who owned it?" he
pressed.
"Silas, | was just a secretary back then. | stayed out of office gossip. One day, HR just called us all in and let us
go. As for the owner, rumor had it they were incredibly private. | hadn't been there long before the company
folded, so I never found out who was in charge."
Strange. He'd never heard of a Thunderbolt Enterprises, at least not locally. But the ntugged at something
familiar in the back of his mind. Had he really worked there?
He pressed his lips together, running a hand through his hair. "What about my friends? Do you remember any of
their names?"
Violet looked away, nervously licking her dry lips. "Back when we were in
school, | only had eyes for you. How | would | know your friends' names?
By the t| worked as your
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assistant, you'd already lost touch
with them. I never saw them."
"My parents, then? I've been gone for over half a year-didn't they look for me?"
Violet's eyelids fluttered, her heart pounding so erratically she could barely catch her breath. Every question
chipped away at the walls she'd built around herself. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms, forcing
herself to sound as calm as possible.
"Your parents divorced when you were young. Your mother raised you alone. | remember you mentioned once
that you spent your childhood in a small town near Stonebridge. But you never talked much about your parents,
so | don't know more than that. After your accident, | tried to track your mother down, but I never found her. |
have no idea if she's even alive."
Violet had said a lot, but for Silas, it was finally starting to make sense. He realized he'd lost huge chunks of his
memory, leaving him more unsettled than
ever.
And yet, if he'd truly loved Violet as much as she claimed, why didn't he feel even a trace of that love now?
He stared out the window, lost in thought, while Violet quietly slipped her phone from her pocket. The screen still
showed an ongoing call, half an hour long, never disconnected.
She took a deep breath and covered the phone with her hand. "That's all | know, Silas. I'm sorry. | need to get
sair."
She stood up and left the hospital room. Out in the hallway, there was no sign of Marguerite, Hayes, or Margot.
She made her way to the end of the corridor, lifted the phone to her ear, and her gentle expression faded into
shadow.
"You heard everything, didn't you? | want you to take exactly what | said and upload the footage into Frederick's
neural program."
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