Chapter 957
Jonathan suddenly opened his eyes and pinned Rosalie down on the bed. “If you really love me so
much, then why, back then, would you rather have fallen into the sea than forgive me? Yes, back
then, I coldly stood by and watched your case, and I have regretted it countless times. After you
discovered the truth, I begged for your forgiveness repeatedly, but you still chose death over being
with me! If it weren’t for the children, would you really havee back to me now? Rosalie, do you
truly love me?”
His dark, alluring eyes bore into her intensely as he finally voiced the words he had kept buried
deep within his heart.
In fact, what pained Jonathan most wasn’t Rosalie’s assistance to Kaylie, but the doubt that her love
for him might be absent.
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All of her affectionate gestures might merely be her way of providing a stable home for their
children.
Rosalie was left dumbfounded, unable to react immediately. “W-What is he saying? I’d rather fall
into the sea than forgive him. What’s happening? I distinctly remember falling into the sea while
carrying our three children just to prevent him from sacrificing himself to save me!” she thought.
“Jon… um, is there some kind of misunderstanding? It’s not how it happened at all. Who told you
that I fell into the sea because I didn’t want to forgive you?” Seeing Jonathan about to leave,
Rosalie hastily held him back, seeking rity.
“No one had to tell me. It’s my own experience. Don’t I know it?” Jonathan retorted.
“But you had amnesia back then!”
“When Dr. Giuseppe hypnotized me, I had already regained my memory. Rosie, I remember every
detail of what happened back then! So, stop iming you love me because you obviously don’t!
That’s why you so willingly chose to help that woman!”
Having spoken these words, Jonathan got up, shrugged off Rosalie’s grasp, draped himself with a
piece of clothing, and quickly exited the room.
Rosalie stared at the empty room, still unable toe to her senses.
“What does he mean by remembering every detail? The problem is the reality is nothing like what
he’s saying! What on earth is going on? What’s happening with his memory?” she pondered.
Rosalie was engulfed by confusion, her mind swarmed with questions.
Jonathan had not made it clear whether he forgave Rosalie, and she had no idea where in the vast
manor he might be.
After all, the manor was quiterge, with numerous corridors, and for someone like her who was
unfamiliar with itsyout, it was easy to be disoriented while wandering.
Nevertheless, Rosalie didn’t leave. After a bit of searching, she eventually found Carlos in the
manor. “Jon has regained his memory, did you know that?”
“What?” Carlos was surprised to hear that.
“But his memory seems a bit off. He mentioned remembering me falling into the sea to escape him.
He believed I refused to forgive him, and that’s why I chose to fall into the sea to leave him,” Rosalie
added.
Carlos was baffled. “How could that be?
“He mentioned that it was during the hypnosis session with Dr. Giuseppe that he had already
recovered his memory. Is there… something amiss with Dr. Giuseppe?” Rosalie asked, her initial
suspicion pointing toward Giuseppe potentially tampering with Jonathan’s memory during the
hypnosis session.
“I’ll go check, Carlos immediately said. Just as he was about to leave to investigate the matter,
Rosalie stopped him.
“Do you know where Jon is right now?”
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Carlos hesitated for a moment and replied to Rosalie, “Mrs. Youngblood, I believe Mr. Youngblood is
still deeply upset. Plus, considering the memory issue you brought up, why don’t you give Mr.
Youngblood a few days to calm down a bit before you attempt to speak with Mr. Youngblood
again?”
“Just tell me, where is he?” Rosalie insisted. In other words, she had no intention of leaving without
finding him.
“Mr. Youngblood is quite furious this time. That day, after you drove away to the highway, Mr.
Youngblood was so enraged that he actually coughed up blood,” Carlos said.
Rosalie was shocked. “What did you say? He coughed up blood?”
“Yes, he did. It was a sudden burst of blood, and it even sttered onto my clothes. At that moment,
Mr. Youngblood stared at the back of your car, and his eyes held a kind of despair that I had never
witnessed before,” Carlos exined.
Rosalie’s nose tingled, and her eyes welled up. She had no idea about any of this. Even today,
when she finally saw Jonathan, he hadn’t mentioned it to her.
“What happened afterward? Did you take him to the hospital for a check-up? Is he okay?” Rosalie
asked, filled with concern.
“He’s fine. The doctor said it was due to pent-up emotions and advised Mr. Youngblood to get some
rest.” Carlos sighed. “After you fell into the sea, Mr. Youngblood was nearly driven to madness with
concern for you. When you eventually came back. I thought you and Mr. Youngblood could find
happiness, but I never foresaw that things would take this turn.”
At this moment, Carlos was not just saying these words as a subordinate of Jonathan. He was
speaking those words as a friend.
“I know. It’s my fault for hurting him while trying to protect Mrs. Smuckler,” Rosalie admitted,
shouldering the me.
“Perhaps once, Mrs. Smuckler, Mr. Youngblood’s mother, was the one who could truly hurt him, but
now, it’s only you who can truly wound him. Mr. Youngblood… he can’t endure being hurt
repeatedly.” Carlos paused, his expression growing serious and solemn.
“I won’t hurt him anymore! Absolutely not!” Rosalie dered firmly.
Her gaze brought to Carlos’ mind the memory of the past when she had firmly pulled the handbrake
and fallen into the sea at the cliff’s edge. At that moment, the woman before him possessed the
same unwavering determination in her eyes.
Back then, if she hadn’t acted as she did, the reunion today might never have urred.
“Mr. Youngblood is in the ‘Room Where Blood Spills,” Carlos said.
Rosalie was taken aback. She recalled that the Room Where Blood Spills was where the rusty iron
sword, stained with blood, was enshrined. It was also the ce where Jonathan’s great-
grandmother had killed his great-grandfather.
“Jon… had gone there. Could it be…” she thought.
“Thank you,” Rosalie said and turned, quickly following her memory of the path to the Room Where
Blood Spills.
Carlos watched Rosalie’s retreating figure and muttered to himself, “Yet, the only person who can
genuinely mend Mr. Youngblood’s wounds is her, isn’t it? Mr. Youngblood can’t truly let her go.”
If he could, Jonathan would have done so 5 years ago, rather than nearly losing his life.
“But Mr. Youngblood’s memory… What’s truly happening with it? Why did Mr. Youngblood assert he
has regained his memory, yet remember events that are entirely different from what had actually
urred?” Carlos pondered. His expression grew solemn, and he began his investigation.