Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206, Cold Family Ties

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The men wes rjese and looked like a total alodain flickered in his cold eyes. Aubrey could hardly believe this was her boodver.

Wendare wrade was by He ewung the door open and muttered his first words to her. “You’re beser

te didn’t even invite her in Instead, he grabbed his scooter keys, shoved his fext into flip–flops, and wepped out with his phone in hand “Let’s go,” he

jerked

lubrey followed him out and hopped on the back of his electre scooter. They beaded straight for the Relocation Office

The office was buzzing. It was packed with locale handling paperwork for the demolition compensation

rendan had no clue how the process worked. He thought he could just sign a name and be done with it, not realizing he needed to submit a mountain ID documents and bank info. He was about to head back to get them, but Aubrey was already one step ahead. She pulled all the necessary ocuments from her bag

Auch to Brendan’s resentment, everything was processed using Aubrey’s information. Most importantly, the bank card linked for the payout belonged > her. Brendan looked like he was about to explode with frustration

is they stepped out of the office, Brendan’s voice dripped with sarcasm. Typical lawyer. Even with amnesia, you’re smart enough to bring the aperwork to collect the cash

ubrey remained perfectly calm. “I lost my memory, not my brain. It’s pretty obvious that even with your memory, you’re still lacking in the IQ

epartment,”

You… Brendan glared at her. He let out a cold snor, forcing himself to swallow his anger. Fine. Once the demolition money hits, transfer my share nd Dad’s share to my account.”

Sorry, I’m only sending you your portion,” Aubrey replied. “Dad’s share is going directly into his own account.”

Dad’s money is going to be mine sooner or later anyway.” Brendan shoved his hands into his pockets, his leg twitching impatiently. A smug, greasy mirk spread across his round face.

You probably didn’t think I’d get a share of the old three–story house, either, did you? Aubrey stayed calm, her voice cool and steady. “Anything is ossible. As for the future… who knows what’ll happen?”

rendan’s expression soured. He turned and swung a leg over his scooter. “Whatever. Don’t call me unless it’s about the money. Just make sure it gets to

le kicked the motor to life and sped off without looking back.

lubrey watched his receding figure, a cold knot tightening in her chest. If this was how her own brother treated her, she couldn’t imagine how much he must have suffered before her memory loss.

This was what happened when a family worshipped their son and ignored their daughter–they ended up raising a selfish, entitled loser.

Coming back to Crestview City had finally killed any lingering attachment she had to this family or her hometown. Maybe she just wouldn’t come

jack. Ever.

After a quick lunch, she headed to the prison to visit her father.

The visiting room.

Heavy iron bars and a thick glass partition stood between them. They had to talk through a handset.

Through the glass, Aubrey saw a middle–aged man who looked thin, broken, and cold. He seemed to hold a deep–seated grudge against her. He picked up the phone and asked flatly, “What are you doing here?”

Aubrey held the receiver to her ear, her voice laced with curiosity. I’m your daughter, right? Just making sure.”

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Theodore looked at her, confused. “Why would you ask that? Of course you’re my daughter

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Then if I’m your daughter and you’re in prison, shouldn’t you be happy I’m visiting? You’re acting like I’ve done something to personally offend you” Theodore let out a cold scoff. “Why are you playing dumb

I had severe depression. I was on the verge of being diagnosed with bipolar disorder. If my boyfriend hadn’t forced me to get surgery, 14 be a comple ness right now–maybe even in a psych ward. But the side effects wiped my memory. I forgot people, and I forgot the past. So so, I don’t remember what I did to make you hate me this much.”

Theodore’s eyes darkened, and his expression suddenly shifted to one of intense worry. “Then how is your heads now? Are you day

Aubrey looked at him and gave a cold smirk. ‘Don’t bother acting like a loving father now. Just tell me what exactly did I do to make you treat me like

his?”

Forget it. What’s done is done,” Theodore said, letting out a long, heavy sigh.

Let me guess. You’re locked up, and the only people you see are Brendan and me. nalyzed the situation calmly, her voice cold and steady. “After all, you still have that old three–story house. One son, one daughter. If you freeze me

He’s been poisoning your mind against me, hasn’t he Aubrey ut, Brendan gets the whole inheritance. That’s the plan, isn’t it?”

heodore knew his daughter had always been sharp. He couldn’t deny it, but he shot back, “Didn’t your mother die because you dragged your for on er treatment? You only ‘forgot‘ because it’s convenient. But the truth is-”

The truth,” Aubrey snapped, cutting him off, “is that Brendan didn’t lift a finger. Not a single cent, not a single visit to the hospital. I paid the bills. I did he caretaking. I was the one running around finding specialists and taking her all the way to New Haven City for treatment. I handled everything lone. So tell me, how exactly did I delay anything? Without me, Brendan would have dumped Mom in the corner of some shitty nursing home to rot he would have died a long time ago.”

heodore looked at her, stunned. “I thought you said you lost your memory?”

lost my memory, but the people around me didn’t,” she retorted. “They told me everything. Anyone with a brain can see what really happened. Bur ou? You’d rather listen to rumors. You’d rather believe your ‘precious‘ son who didn’t contribute a dime, while you interrogate the daughter who gave ou her heart and soul?”

heodore fell into a long silence. A flicker of shame crossed his gaunt, aging face.

ubrey watched him for a long time. She still couldn’t remember him, and she felt no emotional connection–only a lingering sense of resentment. “1 ave some memories from when I was a kid, but they’re blurry,” she said. “Mostly just how I was always the one who suffered because of Brendan Dad,

ell me the truth. If I were a boy, and we could do it all over again… would you and Mom have loved me more?”

heodore froze. He looked at her, stunned. His eyes flickered with a mix of shock and guilt, but he didn’t say a word.

eeing his reaction, Aubrey knew the answer. He’d never even considered the question.

ecause she wasn’t a boy. His favoritism was just a fact of life.

The answer is obvious. You and Mom were stuck in that old–school mindset where sons were everything. If I were a boy, my life would’ve been ompletely different. You would’ve actually cared about me.” She let out a heavy breath, a sudden realization hitting her. “Maybe it’s better that I lost by memory. Those years were probably nothing but garbage anyway.”

Aubrey…” Theodore’s voice cracked, softening for the first time. “I’m so sorry. I failed you.”

Don’t bother with the apologies. I didn’t come here for that. I’m here because I need to ask you some very important questions.”

Questions? Theodore looked confused.

The night of the crime. You rushed into the neighbor’s house to find Blake Taylor. He was already lying in a pool of blood when you got there, wasn’t

le?”

Yeah. I pulled the door open, and that shovel just fell toward me. I caught it instinctively and walked inside. Right as I did, the bedroom door swung >pen. Madison Lewis and a few guys saw me holding it and started shouting that I’d killed him.” Theodore Hayes finished his explanation, looking at her with a tense expression. “Is there progress? Has the case moved forward?”

‘Nothing official. I just have a theory that someone else in that house hit Blake Taylor first. They must have propped the shovel against the door so that when you opened it, it would fall into your hands. You were handed the murder weapon on a silver platter.”

“Who else would have been there?”

That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Was Blake’s son home that day?”

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