Chapter 1946: The Former Bully


    Anderson squinted his eyes. Thest time he discussed this issue with his parents, it was highly likely that Westbrook was


    suffering from psychological selective amnesia.


    Putting down the book in his hand, Westbrook noticed Anderson and stood up, walking towards him.


    "| saw you in the hospital before, Anderson," Westbrook remarked after appraising him. His gaze was clear and his tone much


    more polite than before.


    Anderson nodded. "Hmm, you seem to have fully recovered."


    Pointing to his head, Westbrook said, "The wound is still healing, but the stitches haven''t been removed yet. It''s just covered by


    my hair, so you can''t see it.”


    Kiki leaned in, "We just got back to school. It was so boring staying at home these days. Luckily, my mom was always with me. In


    my memory, the time she spent with me from childhood till now doesn''t even add up to this one incident."


    Kiki spoke with a smile on her lips, looking grateful. After thest ordeal, her mother no longer demanded strictness from her,


    giving her a love she had never experienced before, soothing the traumas from her captivity.


    Westbrook, being particrly nice to Kiki, said, "I''ve brought you a little snack, it''s in your desk. Remember to eat if you''re


    hungry. You should eat less breakfast at home from now on. We have delicious food, with dozens of varieties made by our chef


    every morning. Not like your house, where you have milk bread sandwiches every day."


    "Okay, my mom likes a simple life. I''ve actually gotten tired of it. Thanks." Kiki epted graciously, having gone through hardship


    with Westbrook, and now that his personality had changed, she didn''t dislike him as much. She epted his kindness willingly.


    Turning to Anderson, Westbrook said, "Although | don''t remember you, I''ve heard a lot about you from many people, including


    my brother, sister-inw, and other ssmates. They all say you''re talented. Can | be friends with you?"


    Anderson was taken aback. He never thought a day woulde where Westbrook would want to be friends with him. They had


    almost been unable to coexist in the same ssroom before.


    Without answering, Anderson remained silent. Westbrook became anxious and said, pleadingly, "I''ll bring you snacks every day


    too, okay?"


    Shaking his head, Anderson replied, "I don''t need them."


    Feeling awkward, Westbrook hesitated, "I heard from other ssmates that our rtionship wasn''t good in the past. If | did


    anything wrong before, please forgive me. I''m sorry. | promise to get along well with everyone, including you."


    Anderson was surprised. It seemed that Westbrook not only had amnesia, but had also forgotten his own character. He had


    changedpletely.


    Without closing the conversation, Anderson said, "I like peace and quiet. | won''t bother you, so please don''t bother me."


    Returning to his seat, Anderson ignored the others and took out his miniatureputer to fiddle with.


    Pulling Westbrook''s sleeve, Kiki said, "He''s just like that. Not hitting you is already polite."


    Acknowledging her, Westbrook went back to his seat excitedly and continued reading his book.


    Kiki sat between them, looking around happily, in a good mood.


    Fiddling with his miniatureputer, Joe discreetly nced at Cloud out of the corner of his eye, feeling a hint of suspicion. The


    doctors diagnosed Westbrook''s amnesia as a psychological selective amnesia. However, such people usually shield painful


    memories they wish to forget out of fear. He knew Westbrook had witnessed a bloody scene with the Saunders family, where his


    mother was killed by his father, who then went on to be kidnapped, abused, and beaten. His background was the subject of


    criticism. For Westbrook, forgetting the past was undoubtedly the best oue.


    It urred to Anderson that maybe the Saunders family had concealed Westbrook''s background, having dismissed all those


    who knew about it and hiring new people. Now, Westbrook was just a happy little prince of the Saunders family.


    Yet, Anderson felt things might not be as they seemed.


    If someone had selective amnesia, their character wouldn''t change so drastically.


    The current Westbrook actively approaching him, even trying to please him, felt strange. The good rtionship between the


    Saunders and Warner families, with Westbrook maintaining it knowingly, hinted at concealment. If Westbrook hadn''t lost his


    memories or had regained them after a brief period of amnesia, choosing to hide, changepletely, and disguise himself just to


    stay in the Saunders family, was entirely possible.


    Contemting this, Anderson looked up to see Westbrook smiling at him.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    Anderson quickly looked away. Whether Westbrook''s amnesia was real or fake, what did it matter to him? Forgetting the past


    was beneficial. Remembering past mistakes and learning to restrain oneself was not a bad thing.


    In any case, the atmosphere in the ssroom was improving, which was a good thing. If fate was giving Westbrook a second


    chance to start over, maybe Anderson could ept this former "bully."


    As everyone yed and chattered, Anderson immersed himself in hisputer, seemingly untouched by the noise around him.


    After a while, the ssroom suddenly fell silent with the sound of footsteps.


    Anderson looked up from hisputer, realizing that the teacher had brought Alisha into the room, causing the sudden hush.


    Indeed, Mr. Middleton was leading Alisha into the room.


    The ssroom was eerily quiet, and everyone was stunned, forgetting to whisper as all eyes focused on Alisha.


    She was simply too beautiful and adorable! With outstanding looks, a beautiful dress, and a refined appearance like a doll.


    Mr. Middleton ced Alisha in front


    of everyone and introd ced keolt!


    ’ dren tras Guna ssmate,


    ahd she is Anderson''s sister." Please


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    Bending down, Mr. Middleton encouraged Alisha, "Come on, introduce yourself to everyone."


    At first, Alisha was shy and timid,


    biting her lip and not saying anyahing,


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    Raising his right hand in a fist-pump gesture, Anderson encouraged Alisha.


    Seeing her brother''s encouraging


    expression from the bark of te)


    FQQMAlli finally spoke, "Hi


    everyone, |''m Alisha." Please read the


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