Chapter 295 You Can Hit Me. I Don't Mind the Pain!
"No, you've got it all wrong," Daphne tried to explain, but she didn't get the chance to finish.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is getting him out of here," Lydia said, clueless about what had happened to Daphne on Butterfly Island or that Charles had nearly died saving her. "I'll go talk to him."
With that, she opened the door and stormed out.
Daphne tried to stop Lydia, but it was too late.
To Lydia, Daphne was precious.
They didn't know before, but now that they did, she would never let Daphne be bullied again.
Even if Charles was intimidating, Lydia would still drive him away. Who knew what he might do to Daphne when she was alone?
With these thoughts, Lydia dragged a suitcase over and handed it to Charles, who had just changed his shoes.
Charles looked puzzled.
"Get out," Lydia said, her heart pounding. Charles was too intimidating. "You're not welcome here. Don't bother Daphne again!"
In one sentence, Lydia shattered Charles's happy mood because of Daphne's concern for him.
Charles looked up at Daphne, who had just walked out of the bedroom, with a helpless and melancholic expression, as if asking what he had done wrong.
Charles thought, 'Didn't Daphne bring me back? Why am I being kicked out?'
"Lydia," Daphne tugged at her.
Lydia called her, "Daphne!"
"He's lost his memory," Daphne explained briefly, "He's forgotten everything from before. Now he's just a child with the mind of a five-year-old."
What was Lydia thinking? Amnesia? Five years old? He must be faking it!
Just as she was about to speak, she heard Charles's voice.
"Daphne," Charles said with a hint of guilt on his face, "am I causing you trouble?"
From the moment he saw Daphne, he felt like she didn't really like him, and Lydia had just clearly said he wasn't welcome.
What had he done before?
Lydia was on the verge of breaking down.
"No." Daphne couldn't bear to see the guilt and remorse on Charles's face. After all, he had the mind of a child. "Lydia was talking about someone else who looks a lot like you. She made a mistake."
"Really?" Charles didn't dare to hope for anything more.
Daphne reassured him. "Really."
Charles could only look at Lydia.
Lydia had made up her mind. She didn't care about the amnesia; Charles was definitely faking it, trying to use this method to pursue Daphne. But did he even consider whether she agreed?
However, when Lydia was about to say it was fake, those cautious eyes took her aback.
Was this really Charles?
Lydia cleared her throat and avoided Charles's gaze, suddenly feeling guilty. "Really, I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Charles replied obediently.
Lydia didn't know whether to stand or sit, feeling completely at a loss on how to face Charles because of his gaze.
Lydia couldn't understand how a perfectly fine person could lose their memory.
At lunchtime, the food from the restaurant arrived.
Daphne had never been much of a cook; living alone, she hadn't bothered to hire one either. Most of the time, she was either on business trips or at work, and Jesse would order food for her and make sure she ate on time.
On regular days, Daphne usually ordered from familiar restaurants.
During the meal, Lydia kept a close eye on Charles, trying to determine whether he really had amnesia.
From what she observed, this cautious, well-behaved Charles was completely different from the cold and distant person he used to be.
Preliminary conclusion: he really had amnesia.
After lunch, Daphne went to the study to work, leaving Lydia and Charles in the living room.
Lydia wasn't afraid of Charles in this state, so she started chatting with him. "Why do you call my sister your sister?"
"Brian said she was my sister," Charles replied honestly.
Lydia started scolding him. "She's my sister alone. You can't call her that."
"Then what should I consider her?" Charles didn't argue or get angry.
Charles had noticed earlier that Daphne treated Lydia very well. If he made Lydia angry, he might get kicked out, so he had to be obedient.
If Daphne knew his thoughts, she would definitely think she was unfit to care for a child.
It had only been a day, and Charles, with no memory, already had this mindset of trying to please others.
Lydia thought about their age difference but then remembered Daphne's words that Charles was now only five years old.
"How about this," Lydia quickly thought of a solution. "You can consider her as an aunt."
"Older people are called aunts," Charles had learned about titles at Brian's base. "Daphne looks very young and beautiful. It's not appropriate to call her an aunt."
Charles said, "I want her to be my sister."
"Do you believe I'll hit you!" Lydia argued with him like a child.
Charles's eyes lit up. "If you hit me, can she be my sister?"
That look and that sentence blocked all of Lydia's words.
Seeing Lydia not speaking, Charles thought she agreed. He immediately stood up, grabbed a baseball bat, and handed it to her, saying innocently, "You can hit me. I don't mind the pain!"
Lydia's lips twitched. He was Mr. Lancelot of the Lancelot Group. She wouldn't dare hit him.
Amnesia wasn't permanent. What if he regained his memory one day? She'd be doomed.
"Don't worry, I won't make a sound," Charles handed her the baseball bat and promised. "I won't tell Daphne either."
"Don't think I really won't hit you," Lydia said, holding the bat to scare him.
Charles stood there obediently, waiting to be hit.
Just then, Daphne walked out of the study with a cup of water.
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