Chapter 500

Cserhers

I sighed heavily, "Exactly, Reynaldo and Anton both said that they knew me when I was young and had made some kind of agreement with them. From the way they talk, it seems like I must have been good friends with them when I was young, but I have no memory of it at all."

So I wondered why I had lost that memory.

"But no matter how hard I try, I can’t remember. I asked them, but they didn’t say anything, so I thought of asking you. After all, we have never been apart since we were kids. You know my best friend, right?”

“No, I don’t remember them either. I know Reynaldo; it was three years ago when you were going to marry him,” Quentin paused, saying skeptically, “Did they mistake you for the person you were when you were young?”

At first, I thought the same way.

But if Reynaldo mistook someone, it doesn’t make sense for Anton to make the same mistake.

“Hey!”

Just as I was thinking, Quentin suddenly seemed to remember something and said, “Did they meet you during the summer vacation when you were twelve?”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

"That summer, you stayed in the countryside with your grandmother for a while, while I didn’t go because I had to attend the school’s summer camp."

“So, are they the ones you knew back then?”

“No way…”

I remember that when I was twelve years old, I spent two months in the countryside with my grandmother during the summer vacation.

I remember I helped my grandmother plant vegetables, feed chickens and ducks, and also helped my grandmother water the flowers.

I even remember what the cats and dogs my grandmother raised looked like.

But I just don’t remember meeting Anton and Reynaldo during that time.

And, if I met Reynaldo during that time, it wouldn’t make sense for me to forget about him just because I started high school.

After all, it had only been a few years since I graduated from high school.

The more I thought, the more confused my mind became, and even my temples were faintly aching.

When I was feeling uncomfortable, there were really some blurry images flashing through my mind.

When I tried to capture those images, I suddenly had a splitting headache.

When Vonnie came out of the bathroom, she saw me hitting my head and hurried over, saying, “Ralda, what’s wrong? Why are you hitting your head?”

I gasped for breath for a while and shook my head at her, “No, nothing.”

“Still saying it’s nothing, look at how pale your face is, quickly go lie down in bed,” Vonnie said, hurriedly helping me to the bed.

The phone was still connected, and Quentin’s voice sounded anxious on the other end: “Ralda, what’s wrong with you? Why are you calling me from someone else’s phone? Where are you now? I’m coming to see you.”

“Others?!”

Vonnie bit her lip in anger and before I could say anything, she snatched the phone away from me, chuckling at the phone and said, “You don’t need to worry, Ralda has me to take care of this ‘other person’ well, you better go and be with your girlfriend.”

“‘Tsk, Lavonne, what’s wrong with the way you talk? Did I offend you, huh, you…”

Quentin hadn’t finished speaking when Vonnie hung up the phone.

I looked at her suspiciously and asked, “What’s wrong? Everything was fine, why are you angry with Quentin again?”

"It was always him who spoke inappropriately. I have been your best friend for so many years, I have been to your house so many times, and I often eat and sleep at your place."