I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 795

Horace's face instantly darkened. His eyes darted around evasively before he slowly lowered his gaze.

Seeing his reaction, my heart clenched. I fought back the disbelief and asked in a trembling voice, “Horace, tell me the truth. Did you really have nothing to do with it?”

Horace deliberately avoided my gaze.

I was too stunned to speak. I remembered when Steven had told me this, how I'd naively assumed he was just slandering Horace. I never took it seriously.

Because I couldn't believe that the upright, kind Horace, who had always been so good to me, could ever do such a thing.

And yet, hearing his silent admission, I felt the air leave my lungs, as if all the strength had been drained from my body.

I suddenly remembered how, before my amnesia, Horace had tentatively asked me several times if I would be willing to forget everything and start over.

At the time, I had refused without hesitation, because I believed that every experience, good or bad, was a part of life and should be cherished.

So, even back then, Horace had been plotting to make me lose my memory.

Horace's brow furrowed, and he gently took my hand. “Zephyra, I did it for your own good. Those painful memories were doing you no good. Forgetting everything and starting fresh was the only way to end your suffering!”

I looked at him like he was a stranger and weakly pulled my hand away.

We grew up together. I thought I knew Horace so well. But now, I didn't recognize him at all.

“Horace, how could you do something like this in the name of ‘helping’ me? Do you have any idea how scared I was during that time? I didn't recognize anyone, I didn't remember anything, I didn't even know who I was.”

I was shaking with anger. My voice trembled as I said, “Horace, I am a person with my own thoughts and feelings, not a doll for you to manipulate! How could you disrespect my wishes and do something like this to me behind my back?”

I always thought Horace and Steven were completely different people.

Horace was gentle and understanding, while Steven was ruthless and would do anything to get what he wanted.

But now, I realized Horace had become just like him—calculating and completely dismissive of my feelings!

I felt a tightness in my chest, a pain so sharp it was hard to breathe. “Horace, how did you become this person?”

Horace's eyes darkened. “Why? Because I wanted to protect you, of course! Zephyra, you know exactly what kind of man Steven is. Why do you still love him? Why are you still entangled with him?”