Chapter 2 Where Am I?

"Thank you..." Olivia was about to express her gratitude when darkness suddenly engulfed her vision, and her consciousness slipped into an endless void.

When Olivia awakened again, a sparkling crystal chandelier greeted her eyes, its light reflecting brilliantly off the smooth marble floor below. The dull ache in her head hadn't fully subsided. She propped herself up on her elbows, gazing around the room in confusion.

Despite her memory loss, the cream-colored walls, minimalist artwork, and luxurious furniture somehow perfectly matched her own taste.

A gentle knock interrupted her thoughts. A man entered the room. His polite smile couldn't mask the unmistakable contempt in his voice. "Ms. Harper, since you're awake, you're free to leave."

"I'm sorry," Olivia hesitated for a few seconds before forcing an awkward smile. "Did you save me? Thank you for your help."

She pulled back the covers, preparing to stand.

Simon Ferguson furrowed his brow. He hadn't expected Olivia to be so polite and humble today. His tone softened slightly. "No need to thank me, Ms. Harper. Mr. Blake brought you here. He instructed me to drive you home once you woke up."

His CEO, Alexander Blake, always provided unconditional assistance to Olivia, time and again, even though he knew perfectly well that she never valued his help.

Olivia recalled the concerned gaze and familiar scent of pine cologne before she fainted. She couldn't help asking, "Since Mr. Blake helped me, could I thank him personally before I leave?"

"The driver is already waiting," Simon frowned again, his attitude clear.

Olivia pressed her lips together, not insisting further. She merely said she could return home without needing anyone to drive her.

Simon shrugged with relief, then turned and left.

When silence returned to the room, Olivia finally exhaled. She pulled out her phone, browsing through her contacts with a frown before calling someone labeled "Best Friend."

The person on the other end listened to her situation and immediately agreed to pick her up.

While waiting, Olivia struggled to search her memories. Was she really that awful before? Why did everyone seem to dislike her?

Olivia's injured forehead throbbed with pain. By the time the pain had subsided enough for her to move, her expression had returned to normal as she emerged from the room.

"Ms. Harper." By coincidence, she encountered a middle-aged woman carrying a tray of food.

"Hello," Olivia smiled politely.

The bandage on her forehead and the dry clothes she now wore had obviously been this woman's doing.

"May I ask for Mr. Blake's contact information? I'd like to thank him for saving me," she inquired softly and politely.

Elodie Thompson was surprised but agreed to her request, providing Alexander's phone number.

"Thank you," Olivia acknowledged gratefully.

"Take care, Ms. Harper."

Elodie stood motionless, watching Olivia leave with a bewildered expression. "Did she get a personality transplant?" she muttered to herself.

In Elodie's eyes, while Olivia had always been a girl of excellent character, she had never shown much courtesy toward Alexander or his staff. Yet today, she was humble and polite, even asking for Alexander's contact information?

Considering the bandage on Olivia's head and her unusual behavior, Elodie suspected that Olivia might have memory issues.

She hurried to the study to share her suspicions with Alexander.

"Amnesia?" Alexander's expression instantly grew serious.

"I think so!" Elodie nodded confidently. "Ms. Harper's behavior today is strange. You two have known each other for years—even if she pretended not to know you, she wouldn't forget your contact information, nor would she so politely want to thank you."

Olivia had cried, screamed, hit people, and even threatened self-harm, but had never been as calm as today.

"Where is she now?" Alexander asked.

"She left, but refused our driver. She shouldn't have gone far."

Alexander immediately set aside his work and wheeled toward the entrance.

Had she really lost her memory?

His frown deepened as two contradictory thoughts warred in his mind.

He worried that an amnesiac Olivia would be more vulnerable to family schemes and manipulations. After all, next time, even if he sacrificed his other leg, he might not be so fortunate to save her.

Yet he also hoped she might have forgotten her entanglement with James and their painful past together.

If so, perhaps they truly had a chance to start anew.

By the time he reached the door, Olivia had already slipped into the passenger seat of a white sedan that quickly drove away.

Alexander caught only a glimpse of the driver—Olivia's best friend, Sophie Morrison.

Since she could still contact her best friend and have her come pick her up, it wasn't amnesia after all. She was deceiving him again.

The wind howled past, tousling Alexander's hair across his forehead, concealing the intense emotions in his eyes.

Meanwhile, now seated in the car and driving away, Olivia let out a startled gasp.

"What? Me?" Olivia pointed at herself in disbelief.

"You're saying I spent hundreds of thousands on James's birthday party, bought him a riverside villa, baked him a cake, only to be thrown out of the party because I refused to let Isabella join?"

Sophie glanced at her, nodding firmly.

"Yes, and over the years, your gifts to him have nearly totaled a million pounds. I don't recall him ever giving you anything significant in return," Sophie stated calmly.

"There was also that time he called you in the middle of the night. You drove for over thirty minutes with a 102-degree fever just because his credit card was maxed out and he needed cash."

"Earlier this year, you traded part of your mother's properties to secure the Bellevue partnership to support his startup. Then those properties were given to him for free."

"Two years ago, your half-sister pretended to have menstrual cramps. He was so worried about her that he made you run errands instead. You sprained your ankle but still went to satisfy his demands. Later you—"

"Stop it!" Olivia pressed her fingers against her temples, preventing Sophie from recounting more foolishness.

What had happened to her before she lost her memory? Even if she deeply loved someone, how could she have been so submissive? This wasn't love—it was servitude!

"Was I out of my mind?" she whispered incredulously.

Impossible. That couldn't have been her.

"That's not all. I bet you haven't checked your text messages yet?"

Sophie took Olivia's phone and helped her find the message history.

"My God! What is all this nonsense?"