Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 300

Charles' POV:

As I watched Scarlett and William be intimate, I realized that it was more difficult to accept than I had ever imagined.

The following day, I went back to Los Angeles, frustrated and defeated.

"Charles, have you seen Scarlett?" my mother asked while we were having dinner.

I paused and acted as though nothing had happened. "No."

"No? Then why did you go to Kitsap?"

"I attended a summit there, and I also went to Spencer's new bar, Swarm of Stars, for its opening ceremony."

While I was speaking, I cut my steak into bite-sized pieces, slowly putting them into my mouth one after the other. But for some reason, I could barely taste them.

My mother frowned at me. Obviously, she wasn't pleased to hear my answer. She took away my plate and asked, "Your father said that he saw a female reporter who was reporting a typhoon on live TV. She looked exactly like Scarlett, and she's in Kitsap. Didn't you even think of seeing her?"

After a moment of silence, I put down my cutleries and stared back at her. "Mon, Scarlett is suffering from amnesia. She's forgotten about all of us."

"What? Amnesia?"

My mother's eyes widened in horror. The plate in her hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, and the pieces of steak were scattered all over the floor. Some of the sauce splashed onto my white shirt, leaving a tough stain.

Hurriedly, she pulled out the chair beside me, and sat down.

"Charles, what happened to Scarlett? How and why did she lose her memory?"

"Well, according to the doctor, the experience was so traumatizing for her that she chose to forget the painful experience subconsciously," I replied.

"How... how could it be?"

My mother stared at me in disbelief.

"Mom, never mention her again. And don't disturb her life anymore. She's fine now and she doesn't need us to ruin her peaceful life."

Having said that, I stood up and went to the kitchen to grab myself another piece of steak. Then, I went back to my seat, picked up my knife and fork, and continued eating.

The steak had grown cold. When I cut it, I could see some blood along with the meat's juices. I tried my hardest to suppress my disgust, and chewed the piece of steak in my mouth. Consequently, my stomach churned seconds after I swallowed it.

"Charles, are you okay?"

My mother grabbed my hand, visibly concerned.

It was then that she noticed something on the back of my hand. "Charles, why is there a pinhole on the back of your hand? Did you get an infusion? Are you sick?"

"It's nothing serious. I'm just having some minor stomachaches."

I withdrew my hand, looking at her leisurely. "There's nothing to worry about, mom. I just want to eat in peace, okay?"

She wanted to say something, but bit back her words. In the end, she just let out a sigh.

"Okay. I won't bother you anymore."

Spencer's POV:

During the evening, I had a special guest, whom I invited to one of the bar's private rooms.

"Mrs. Moore, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Beads of sweat formed on my temple as I looked at Alice.

She patted the spot on the sofa beside her. "Spencer, come and have a seat next to me. I have something to ask of you."

I obliged to her request and sat down beside her, putting my hands on my knees. For some reason, I was feeling flustered by her presence here.

'What is she going to ask me?