Chapter 353 Is It Really Ryan?
Raymond said, "I grew up in Verono with my grandmother. I only moved back two months ago. I asked my mom about the birthmark on my back, and she said I don't have one. I was just mischievous and got injured, but no birthmarks."
Natalie looked at him. "So, you never came back from Verono?"
Raymond frowned and sipped his coffee. "I can't remember, but my mom said I always lived with my grandmother in Verono and never came back."
Natalie pressed, "Your mom told you? What do you mean?"
"I had a car accident when I was young and lost my memory. I can't remember much." Raymond didn't usually talk about this, but he felt he couldn't hide it from Natalie. Her clear eyes made him spill the truth.
Natalie bit her lip. "When did it happen?"
Raymond closed his eyes. "When I was 15, so 10 years ago."
Natalie turned pale but a hint of joy flashed in her eyes. She thought, 'Could it be a coincidence? Nine years ago, my brother Ryan died in a car accident that also took Dad's life. There's no way that's just a coincidence, right?'
Raymond smiled. "After the accident, I stayed in Verono with my grandmother. I haven't visited since. I miss her sometimes."
Natalie asked, "Why didn't you come back sooner?"
Raymond's expression grew complicated. "Family grudges are tricky. It's not always up to me. I came back because..." He hesitated.
Natalie said, "I don't want to pry. If it's private, don't worry about it." The restaurant's music played softly as their food arrived: three dishes, two soups, a salad, and dessert. "Let's eat."
"It's not really private," Raymond said with a self-mocking smile. "My elder brother is seriously ill. The Newman family needed me back. My younger brother is still in middle school. If I didn't come, there'd be no one to handle things at the Newman Group."
Natalie, though from an ordinary background, understood the complexities of wealthy families.
Raymond's phone rang, and he answered it. Natalie quietly ate her meal. It was lunchtime, but Raymond had reserved a quiet private room. The room had four tables, each separated by wooden partitions.
The diners were well-mannered, keeping the room quiet with only soft murmurs.
Natalie sipped her water and noticed Raymond's plate. He was on the phone, picking out cilantro from his fettuccine Alfredo with mushrooms. He seemed to dislike it.
Watching him, Natalie's heart raced. The resemblance between Raymond and Ryan had been uncanny before, but now it felt impossible to ignore. Could Raymond really be Ryan?
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