Skylar's face hardened as she stepped forward, her voice sharp. "Did you say something to Grandma?"
Joe regarded Edwin with a chilling glare.
After losing his memory, Joe felt that Edwin had become a stranger to him. Edwin's eyes darted nervously and said, "I didn't say much. I'm her son. What could a son say to his mother? I was just showing concern for her health.
"We haven't lived together for years, and I wanted to fulfill my duty as her son. Since you're here now, I'll take my leave. Please take good care of my mom."
He truly hadn't expected her health to deteriorate so rapidly. After all, he had only spoken a few careless words, and yet she'd fainted just like that.
Edwin was unwilling to accept that Gloria had distanced herself from him over the years and looked down on him.
After hearing that Joe had returned recently, he felt an urge to move back to Pearlhall Residence to live with Gloria and Joe.
Although he had basked in the limelight of being a member of the Martin family outside, he increasingly sensed he shouldn't continue living aimlessly.
He was plagued by nightmares every night, haunted by those he had bullied in the past. Over time, the fear had become overwhelming. He dreaded living alone.
Even when he brought women home, they would end up saying they couldn't be with him anymore the next day, claiming they had nightmares and found it too frightening.
"What exactly did you say?" Joe pressed coldly.
Edwin's face paled at the question. He had always feared Joe, and now that Joe had lost his memory, the distance between them was even greater.
He couldn't bring himself to meet Joe's gaze. "Didn't I just say it? I didn't say anything! How have you two been taking care of my mom during this time? How did she end up in such a bad shape?"
Skylar took a deep breath, feeling no tolerance for Edwin. "You'd better pray Grandma is okay."
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