Zoey had no idea about all the intricacies, but after getting into her car, she drove back to her place a standalone villa in a mid-sized city. In this town, such villas weren't outrageously expensive, but they were still a symbol of the well-to-do.

Stepping out of her car, she let out a sigh of relief, her face blooming into a smile.

"Mom, I'm home! Did Dad go fishing again?"

In the garden, a woman was watering the flowers she had planted four years ago-flowers Zoey had planted herself. Ever since, the woman had taken great care of that patch of blooms.

"He was home, but you know the big investor from Greenfield that's been in town? Since your dad retired from there, the leaders thought he'd be familiar with the place, so they dragged him off to meet with them. Looks like he won't be home for dinner tonight. Zoey, why don't you sit down for a bit? Let me finish up here, and I'll start dinner."

"No, Mom, let me cook."

"Why would you cook? I've told you ever since that car accident four years ago, you shouldn't be doing housework. Even you being a teacher, I was dead against it, with all the training you have to do. Look, I can take care of you, your dowry is all set."

Zoey felt a wave of emotion. When she woke up in the hospital four years ago, she was terrified; she couldn't remember anything.

Not knowing your past is a scary thing. Every face seemed strange to her.

March and Miranda showed up a

now that he was officially retired, they had arranged to bring her home. Unfortunately, there was a car accident on the way, resulting

if her heart was breaking, saying how

fake the concern in someone's eyes-Miranda was genuinely

I'm retired, we brought you back

to them and agreed

family of three had a close relationship.

ops,

along

they pulled in

month-a fortune

mid-sized city.

to tend to her garden and enjoy her

of life; she felt she should

small city. weren't great, mostly sales positions,

was hiring. She hastily trained for the

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