Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 296

**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 296**
**Content: Chapter 296**

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For Colin, having a living, breathing person to engage with in his research felt like stepping into a dream he had long wished to realize. The thrill of discovery radiated from him, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as he animatedly recounted his findings. His excitement was infectious, and for a fleeting moment, I almost lost sight of the true reason I was here.

It was difficult for me to harbor any ill feelings toward Jeffery. In fact, we shared a bond that had blossomed into a genuine friendship over time. There was a glimmer of something deeper between us—perhaps one day, it could have evolved into something more profound. I was aware of his feelings for me; his shy glances and the way he blushed when I caught him staring were telltale signs. I couldn’t deny that I found him appealing in his own way.

In a different world, one where circumstances were kinder, I would have been his biggest supporter, cheering him on as he chased his dreams. I would have been there, offering my assistance, genuinely invested in his success.

But fate had dealt us a cruel hand, and I found myself in a position where I could not allow him to succeed this time.

The prospect of curing Amelia’s amnesia loomed over me like a dark cloud. If she were to regain her memories, she would remember everything I had done—how I had led her to that car, to the driver whose intentions were nothing short of murderous. The thought sent a chill down my spine. I could not afford to be implicated in such a heinous act.

So far, I had managed to navigate this treacherous path without getting caught. It felt like I was weaving through a hailstorm, dodging bullets left and right, each close call sending my heart racing. When Claire and Victoria had found themselves entangled in this web, I had feared they would expose my role in it all. To my surprise, they had remained silent, suffering in their own right while I continued to live in relative freedom.

As I grew closer to Annette, I began to feel a pang of guilt for my actions. It was a strange sensation, one that gnawed at me, but it was not enough to compel me to confess. I had enough conscience to feel remorse, but not enough to risk everything.

Wasn’t that guilt a form of punishment in itself? I couldn’t bear the thought of facing real consequences. My family already treated me like an outsider in my own home, a second-class citizen. Losing them completely would be a wound too deep to heal. And the thought of losing my position at the university? That was a fate I could not even contemplate. Jail was a possibility I couldn’t entertain; no one would want to associate with someone branded an attempted murderer. Even though I had not pulled the trigger, I had orchestrated everything that led to that moment.

No, I had to ensure that Amelia never regained her memories. It was a matter of survival, both for her and for me.

I felt a twinge of regret as I thought, Sorry, Jeffery.

“This potion is going to be the answer,” Jeffery exclaimed, pulling me back to the present. His enthusiasm was palpable, and I had been nodding along, though my mind had wandered far from his words. “All the tests I’ve conducted indicate that this will help her recover her lost memories. And the results should be instantaneous.”

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