I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 736

Steven stared at me for a long moment before saying in a deep voice, “Alright.”

A faint smile touched my lips as I thought, let's see how he's going to handle this.

“Don't be so quick to agree. Hear my conditions first.”

I paused before laying them out:

“First, you have to respect my privacy. My phone, my personal things—you don't interfere with them without a reason.”

Steven nodded slightly. “I can do that.”

“Second, I want absolute freedom. You have no right to question my affairs, and you certainly can't restrict my movements.”

Steven's brow furrowed, his gaze deepening. “I can stay out of your other business, but you can't see Horace. He's not as simple as you think.”

I had to admit that Horace had changed, but there was still so much I didn't know, and I didn't want to wrongly accuse him.

“Steven, don't make baseless accusations about what happened to Grandpa.”

Besides, Steven had always hated Horace. I strongly suspected this was just his malicious speculation.

“Baseless?” Steven's gaze sharpened. “He was capable of making you lose your memory. What makes you think he wouldn't harm Grandpa, who meant nothing to him?”

My breath caught. “What did you say? Horace made me lose my memory?” That was utterly absurd.

Horace and I grew up together. I knew his personality better than anyone.

“Believe it or not, that's the truth.” Steven's tone was firm, as if he had everything under control.

I grabbed the pillow next to me and hurled it at him. “Steven, you really are a despicable snake! To make me hate Horace, you'd even stoop to making up lies like this!”

He caught the pillow easily, a flash of pain in his eyes. “Zephyra, you think you know Horace? You've only seen the side he wants you to see!”

I couldn't be bothered to argue. “Steven, if you have proof, then show it to me. You expect me to believe you just because you say so? Do you take me for a fool?”

Steven's face darkened, clearly infuriated by my words.

“Fine, I'll tell you. The memory-wiping drug—I have a dose of it. Only two people in the country have it, and the other dose belongs to Horace. He planned to use it to erase your memories and remold you into the person he wanted. But unfortunately for him, you got into a car accident, and his plan failed.”

“And it was only because the drug wasn't administered properly that you eventually regained your memories. Otherwise, you'd still be living in the web of lies he spun for you.”

Steven spoke with such conviction that a seed of doubt began to sprout in my mind.

I closed my eyes, trying to recall every one of Horace's smiles, every tender moment, my heart in turmoil.

It was true. Not many people could get close enough to drug me, which made Horace a prime suspect. But all those beautiful memories made it impossible for me to accept this cruel reality.

“I… I have to ask him myself,” I murmured, my resolve hardening.

Seeing this, Steven's expression grew even darker. “Zephyra, are you out of your mind? Horace is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He'll never tell you the truth!”

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