Chapter 100
At the same time, in the president''s office of the Meyer Group.
"Mr. Meyer, I have obtained the results you requested me to investigate. Mr. Galeana is indeed
unwell, suffering from a grave illness—lung cancer. His time is rapidly dwindling. Without immediate
initiation of chemotherapy, he may not even have a year left," Lucas conveyed the information.
Cancer, such a dreadful disease.
Ethan furrowed his brows, put down the pen in his hand, and tapped his fingers on the table
repeatedly, "Is the information urate?"
"The source of the news is very reliable. Mr. Galeana was diagnosed with cancerst year. His
personal doctor has been concealing his condition, and apart from his private secretary, no one else
knows."
"I see." Just as he had suspected, Hunter''s reason for sending Ines back to the Galeana Group
wasn''t simple. He was trying to groom her to take over the Galeana Group. The man who had
ruthlessly kicked her out before, was now trying to rope her back in knowing he was dying. How
was she supposed to bear the burden of the Galeana Group alone?
But what about his Izzy? He knew she still cared about her father, otherwise she wouldn''t harbor so
much resentment.
If the silly girl found out about this news, she would probably be heartbroken again.
"Don''t tell Izzy about this yet."
Lucas nodded, "Understood."
Just then, Ines called. After a pause, he answered casually, "Izzy."
Hearing his gentle voice, Ines felt a sting in her nose and took a moment before speaking, "Ethan."
Ethan immediately noticed her unusual tone, "What''s wrong? Did you have trouble negotiating the
contract with the Galeana Group?"
Ines watched the bustling crowd, trying to calm her emotions, and replied, "No, he didn''t cause any
trouble. I''m at the airport right now."
"Why are you at the airport?"
"Ethan, I''m going to B City for a business trip. I''m at the airport now and wanted to let you know."
"You silly girl, you gave me a scare. I thought something happened to you. Have you packed your
things?"
Ines forced a smile, "No, it was quite urgent. Don''t worry about me. I''ll go to my aunt''s ce in B
City. I have some clothes there."
"Alright, be careful. Call me when you get to B City."
"Got it."
"Good girl." Ethan chuckled.
There was a long silence on the phone before Ines finally said, "Ethan, I don''t want to leave you."
Ethan was taken aback for a moment, then his lips curled up into a smile, "Hmm, our Izzy is
improving. She''s finally letting her emotions show."
They chatted a bit more before hanging up. After handling her boarding procedures, Ines looked at
theyers of clouds outside the ne, her emotionsplicated.
Upon arriving in B City, Ines went straight to her aunt''s ce.
It was lunchtime. Rita and Zander were eating when Zander opened the door and was surprised to
see her.
"Izzy, why did you suddenlye back? Have you eaten? Come in."
Ines had alreadyposed herself and smiled, "I''m here on business and just dropped by."
"My goodness, you scared me. I thought you had a fight with Ethan." Rita handed Ines a fork.
"There''s no such thing. Don''t overthink." Ines felt bitter inside, but kept her smile.
"Izzy, did you call by mistake this morning? I picked up and you didn''t say anything." Rita asked.
"No, I was about to call you but then I got busy."
Rita nodded, "I see."
In order not to worry them, Ines took a bite of her food and tried to hide her sadness. She casually
asked, "By the way, aunt, uncle, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, dear. Just ask." Rita replied nonchntly.
"Aunt, I want to know the details of the car ident years ago. Please tell me honestly, was there
another person who died because of it, besides me and Emma?" Ines clenched her fists under the
table.
Rita''s hand holding the fork trembled, her expression changed abruptly. She looked at Zander, who
also looked at her. They exchanged a nce.
Ines saw their expressions and felt a growing sense of unease, "Is it true?"
Rita avoided answering, "You lost your memory, and your uncle and I weren''t at the scene. How
would we know the details of the ident?"
Ines stared at Rita, not letting the issue go, "Aunt, don''t evade my question. I want to know, did
another person die back then?"
"Who''s been filling your head with nonsense?"
"Aunt, I just want to know the truth. No one can stand the void of memory. Please answer me
seriously."
Zander sighed, "Izzy, the past can''t be changed. What does it matter whether you know it or not?"
"Uncle, I just want to know the truth. Can''t you really tell me?"
Rita took a deep breath, struggled for a moment before saying, "Since you want to know, we won''t
hide it from you. We really don''t know the specific details of the ident. Only you and Emma might
know the truth. But it''s true that another person died trying to save you and Emma."
"We didn''t tell you because we didn''t want you to carry the burden of guilt. No matter how much you
regret it, that person won''te back to life." Zander added.
Ines felt her heart sink, "Do you know what that person''s job was?"
"He was said to be a soldier, doing an urgent mission at that time." Rita added.
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Ines felt the fork slip from her grasp, ttering onto the floor. Her body stiffened, frozen in ce.
The realization struck her with startling rity. It had to be Beasley. The individual involved in the
ident, the one who hade to her rescue, was none other than Beasley himself.
She was the one who caused the death of Ethan''s brother.
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Even if we go way back, even if the car ident wasn''t her fault, Ethan''s bro still bit the dust trying
to save her.
In a nutshell, she was the spark that ignited the explosion.
"Izzy, what''s up with you? Don''t freak me out." Rita worriedly held Ines in her arms.
"Why did it turn out like this?" Ines mumbled, her eyes dry as a bone, a bitter smile creeping onto
her lips.
She thought she could easily snatch happiness, but now it was nothing more than a pipe dream.
Waking up from a daydream only to face the harsh reality.
Life is seriously one hell of a drama.
"Izzy, none of this is your fault, you didn''t want any of this to happen. Could you stop overthinking?"