Chapter 614

Danica quelled the surge of excitement threatening to spill over and arranged her features into a mask of concern. Her tone softened as she asked, "Vincent, are you saying you have no recollection of Hannah at all? What feelings do you hold toward her now?"

Her eyes remained fixed on Vincent, scrutinizing every subtle shift in his demeanor, searching for any trace of emotion.

Sharon, too, regarded Vincent with quiet attentiveness, waiting for his answer with a thoughtfufrown.

Vincent's expression barely changed-only a trace of detachment surfaced, as if he were discussing someone of no consequence whatsoever. "I feel nothing. She's become a stranger to me. Our marriage ended-legally and in every possible sense-and there's no reason for me to reopen that Chapter. I have no interest in unnecessary complications."

His words were stripped of sentiment, built entirely on reason and the fragments of memory he possessed.

Sharon's brows furrowed, ready to interject, but Danica swiftly stepped in before she could.

A bright, relieved smile bloomed across Danica's face as she nodded with unrestrained enthusiasm."That's exactly what I wanted to hear! I've always said that being entangled with Hannah would bring you nothing but heartache. Now that she's out of the picture and forgotten, everything can finally be peaceful again."

Sharon turned toward Danica with a reproachful glare. "How could you say that, Danica? Their marriage didn't fail out of hatred-it was a result of youth and misunderstandings. Didn't Vincent almost reconcile with Hannah before the accident? Things were improving between them! Maybe his memory loss is a chance for them to start anew, to find their way back to each other."

Danica answered immediately, her tone unwavering, "Sharon, that's not how it works. Once a marriage ends,it's proof enough that the two people weren't meant to be. Vincent forgetting her is the universe confirming what we already knew-they were never compatible. That's not tragedy, but destiny."

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Sharon parted her lips to argue again, but Vincent's voice cut through, cold and resolute. "Mom's right.Hannah and I were never suitable for each other."

He rose from his seat, signaling an end to the conversation. "Grandma, please don't concern yourself with my private life. I'm not interested in Hannah anymore. My focus is on the company and my work-I won't be pursuing any romantic attachments for the time being. If you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to."

He gave them a polite nod before turning and walking out of the Jones estate, his steps steady and deliberate.

Sharon watched him go, her frustration spilling out in a helpless sigh. "When his memory returns and he recalls what he's said today, he'll regret every word!"

But Danica's lips curved in satisfaction, her mind already working quietly behind her calm mask. Vincent's amnesia had unfolded like a gift from fate. Now, at last, she could choose a refined, well-bred woman for him-someone graceful, loyal, and willing to align perfectly with her wishes.

With Hannah erased from Vincent's memories, Danica believed that any interference from her in his marital affairs would pose no threat to their mother-son bond. Without delay, she began compiling a list of eligible women she deemed worthy to become her daughter-in-law.

In the days that followed, Hannah cooperated closely with the police, attending repeated interrogations to recount, in painstaking detail, everything she knew about Erica's crimes.

The case progressed swiftly-evidence stacked against Erica was irrefutable, and the court wasted no time delivering judgment.

In the end, Erica was sentenced to death for multiple offenses.

Whispers spread that on the morning of Erica's execution, Logan went to claim her body. He buried her himself in a secluded cemetery, far from the noise of the city.

By the next day, grim news surfaced-Logan had been found lifeless in his rented apartment, a note left behind that no one dared to read aloud.

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At her desk, Hannah sat motionless, her pen suspended above the paper as she tried to process both deaths. It wasn't triumph that filled her chest, but an aching blend of sorrow, exhaustion, and quiet disbelief.The poisonous love that had fueled so much pain had ended in ruin, leaving behind only the bitter echo of fate's cruelty.

She took a steadying breath, lifted her phone, and typed a single message to her mother. "Mom, I avenged Dad."

Then, she set out alone, driving through the outskirts until she reached the cemetery.

There, before her father's grave, Hannah knelt and brushed the dust from the carved letters, arranging fresh flowers with deliberate care. She didn't speak or cry-only stood.in silence, as if her heart could communicate what words could not.

When she finally turned to leave, her steps halted.

A familiar figure stood not far away-Vincent, dressed in black, holding a bouquet as he lingered before another gravestone.

Her heart gave a faint tremor before she realized the date-it was the anniversary of his father's death. No wonder she had encountered him here.

Vincent's gaze lifted, his brows drawing together as he noticed her presence. His tone was cold, edged with disdain. "Even when I come to pay my respects, you have to follow me? Hannah, I thought I made it clear-l don't like overly persistent women."

His words stung, but they also ignited a spark of resistance in her chest. Straightening her posture, she stepped closer and met his frosty eyes head-on.′′Mr. Jones," she said with a faint, defiant smile,"don't flatter yourself. What makes you think I came here for you?"