Chapter 717
Chapter 717 Ezekiel Hastings
The wind howled, making the atmosphere around me be slightly eerie. I stared at the person in
front of me. He looked exactly the same as the person I remembered, but he clearly didn''t recognize
me.
Is he Ezekiel? It must be him.
I heard the sound of the bell on his wrist. It sounded so clear and familiar. He had been wearing it for
the past fourteen years. I was about to call out his name, "Eze—"
"Mike, who is this?" a deep voice interrupted.
I nced over his shoulder. It was the person who had just walked with Ezekiel. He had left when
someone jumped over the wall, not wanting eavesdrop to on their conversation.
I thought he had left, so I wanted to talk to Ezekiel about something. Before I could say anything, he
pinned me against the wall. His gaze was unfamiliar to me. The person reappeared and interrupted me,
which seemed unintentional because he looked at me in confusion. "Who are you?"
Although I had put on makeup, it didn''tpletely hide my actual appearance. It was understandable
for the person around Ezekiel to not recognize me, but it was impossible for Ezekiel to not recognize
me!
Ezekiel released me and withdrew his hand, yet his arm was still against my neck. Since there was
someone else present, I couldn''t say anything. I suppressed my endless confusion and exined in
fluent Welian, "I''m the new assistant chef. It''s my first day here and I''m not familiar with the ce yet. I
couldn''t sleep well at night, so I came out for a walk. I''m sorry for disturbing you, sir. I''ll go back to my
room now."
Hearing this, he released me. In fear of being recognized by the person next to him, I quickly turned
and left to return to my room. I kept thinking about what had just happened.
What''s wrong with Ezekiel? Is he intentionally pretending not to recognize me? But his cold gaze…
And the bruise on my neck...
I looked at my bruised neck in the mirror. Clearly, I had provoked his murderous intent in him.
Confusion filled me. Realizing that I couldn''t leave here in a short period, I messaged Anthony. ''You
guys should retreat for now.''
He immediately asked, ''What about the Felixes?''
''We can''t leave at the moment. Keep your cool.''
''Understood.'' He obeyed.
I also sent a message to Waylen. ''Ezekiel doesn''t recognize me.''
Waylen didn''t reply to my message. He was probably busy and hadn''t seen it yet.
I put down my phone andy on the bed, thinking about everything and falling asleep in the end. Early
in the morning, I was awakened by the chef.
"Sir asked you to make breakfast." He looked at me in confusion and asked, "How did he know about
you?"
"I met him when I went out for a walkst night."
The chef''s face turned pallid. "You didn''t say anything inappropriate, did you? Let me remind you that
sir has a bad temper and he has serious mood swings. Don''t let your tongue slip in front of him or you''ll
suffer."
I was baffled. "Mood swings?"
"Yes, sometimes he''s gentle and calm, but sometimes he bes irritable. When he''s in a foul mood,
he might be physical."
I suddenly remembered Ezekiel''s unstable mental state before he left Bryxton. His condition was
extremely unstable and he even had a rpse that night.
So, was that a rpsest night? Was that the destructive personality he used to have? But does he
not recognize me when he''s in his destructive personality? Does amnesia happen that easily?
While I was making breakfast, Waylen replied, ''Mrs. Xenos, based on my spection, Mr. Hastings has
most likely returned to his previous personality. I have reviewed his medical records before. That
personality has an unstable memory. He is also suspicious by nature. He may remember some of the
past, but not necessarily your appearance.''
''What does that mean?''
Ezekiel remembers me from fourteen years ago, but he doesn''t remember my current appearance? Or
he doesn''t remember those times he spent in Bryxton?
Waylen replied, ''Mr. Hastings is very cunning. You can''t casually test the water or you''ll provoke him.
Even Mr. Reyes and Mr. Kalt... We have all suffered under him. So, Mrs. Xenos, you can''t take risks
now. Act ordingly and never admit your identity in front of him.''
Shouldn''t I be more honest at this time?!
''If he really remembers the past, wouldn''t it be easier to solve the problem by telling him that I''m the girl
from the Felix Family?'' That was how I replied to Waylen.
''This is just my personal spection. If he doesn''t remember you, what will you do then? If you reveal
yourself as Renee Felix, won''t you be walking into a trap? Besides, Mr. Hastings right now... Mrs.
Xenos, he''s not kind at all. You can only wait for his condition to stabilize. You''re not a psychologist, so
you can''t judge his condition. I shouldn''t have let you confront him. you should leave the vi as soon
as possible.''
''I will be careful.'' I reassured him.
He urgently replied, "Being careful is indeed important, but the current Mr. Hastings is not someone you
can handle."
He described Ezekiel as a very dangerous person, but how could I see Ezekiel driven to the edge?
Suddenly, I remembered the question Ezekiel asked me before he left Bryxton.
"So no matter what happens, will Ree help me in the future?"
I gave him my word. Now that he was trapped in the abyss, I had to save him. I couldn''t leave. I had to
find a way to stabilize his condition.
Besides, I had yet to find the mastermind behind this. I had a reason to stay.
I messaged back to Waylen. ''Let''s leave it at that for now. I will watch out. You should act quickly and
try to resolve everything within two weeks.''
Novaria was a poor country, so Shawn and I did not extend our power to thisnd. It became the
stronghold of those dark individuals instead. Hence, was the evil Ezekiel the mastermind behind all
this?
I still couldn''t bring myself to believe it.
"Have you prepared breakfast?" someone suddenly urged me from outside.
I responded, "Coming." I made a simple breakfast with a bowl of ramen. I carried it and walked to
Ezekiel''s bedroom ording to my memory.
I knocked on the door, but there was still no response. I pushed the door open to see him sitting by the
window, staring nkly at the withered parasol.
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I called out softly, "Sir."
He was still wearing a ck robe and his hair was slightly messy. When he heard my voice, he turned
his head and looked at me in silence for a while.
I walked over and ced the tray atop the table next to him, pretending not to recognize him. Waylen''s
warning was still ringing in my ears.
"What''s your name?"