Chapter 192

Before leaving the small town, Ben made a special trip with Susan to Clara’s house to pick up her daily necessities.

“Susan, these are your everyday items, including your documents. See if they jog your memory,” Ben said.

Susan gathered her belongings briefly.

Ben watched her, torn between hope and worry, “Did you remember anything?”

“The name Susan sounds familiar. I must be right in thinking that’s my name,” she replied, looking at her documents.

“Anything else?” Ben inquired.

“Not for now, Susan shook her head.

She had just “lost her memory,” and knew recovery shouldn’t be rushed.

Moreover, a thought lingered in Susan’s mind.

Could her “amnesia” be an unexpected way to hear Ben’s unguarded truths?

She was curious if he ever doubted her, or considered letting her go.

Perhaps it seemed like she was splitting hairs.

But still, Susan stubbornly wanted an answer.

“Don’t worry, take your time, your memory will come back, Ben consoled her with a hint of regret in his voice.

Susan nodded.

Clara, learning about Susan’s “amnesia“, felt sorry and held Susan’s hand, saying earnestly, “Susan, take good care of yourself. Once you’re better, come back and visit me.”

Susan’s gaze was tender as she nodded gently.

Minutes later, Susan and Ben left with her suitcase in hand, Clara watched them go with a touch of sadness.

She lived alone, and having company for a few months was a rare delight for her, but now they were leaving.

With a sigh, Clara shakily made her way back to her room to tidy up.

But she found that Susan and Ben had left everything in perfect order before they left, even the trash bin was spotless.

“This girl…” Clara murmured with a hint of admiration, as she went to put the only pillow left out back into the wardrobe.

As Clara lifted the pillow, a stack of banknotes emerged from underneath.

Her eyes narrowed in surprise, about to chase after the ones who left, when she noticed a note underneath the money.

Clara picked it up and deciphered the message.

“Granny, I’ve secretly taken one of the green plants from your windowsill. This money is for that,”

Susan had written, with a smiley face added to the note.

“This child…” Clara’s eyes moistened slightly with emotion.

In the car…

Ben looked at Susan, “How did you think to leave money for Granny?”

Susan, in a cheerful mood holding the plant, replied, “What do you mean ‘leave money? I took her plant, paying for it is only right.”

In her bag, there was a sum of four to six thousand in cash, which Susan had left entirely for Clara.

A hint of amusement flickered in Ben’s eyes.

Really, what difference did it make whether Susan remembered or not?

She had always been the same–outwardly tough, but soft–hearted.

They drove out of the town and then transferred to a private jet.

To reinforce the impression of her amnesia, Susan exclaimed with feigned surprise, “A private jet? Are you rich or something?”

She eyed Ben suspiciously, “Although my memory hasn’t fully returned, I have this faint feeling that my family was more than well–off. Don’t rich people care about matching social status? How did we end up together? Don’t tell me this is some modern–day Cinderella story–I won’t buy it.”

Ben’s heart skipped a beat!

He had always felt that the origin of their marriage was less than perfect.

Previously, he had instinctively lied, claiming their union was purely out of love.

But now, the question was posed.

If it weren’t for certain underlying factors, he and Susan would never have been together at all.

Ben’s mind raced, scrambling for an excuse to round out his lie.

Susan watched him quietly.

She just wanted to see how he would spin this tale!

After a short while, Ben said with a pained expression, “Susan, you’ve got it wrong. I’m not really that wealthy.”

Susan, “…Oh?”

Ben nodded firmly, “This private jet is borrowed from a friend. It cost me a lot to borrow it!”

Ben assured with a pledge of loyalty, “But don’t worry, no matter the cost, as long as it means getting you back sooner, I’m willing.”

Susan replied with a simple, “Oh.”

She believed him, she really did.

The richest man who’s ‘poor, Little Ben.

Hahaha.

Susan spoke slowly, “Then you should return the jet to its owner as soon as you can.”

“Sure. Don’t worry,” Ben nodded obediently.

“By the way, which friend did you borrow this jet from?”

Susan gave him a glance.

Without missing a beat, Ben said, “His name is Thomas, quite a notable guy. I’ll introduce you two later.”

“Alright,” Susan said.

Miles away, Thomas sneezed and then quietly put on an extra layer of clothing.

Susan didn’t ask any further.

Ben breathed a sigh of relief and then took out his phone to make arrangements.

It was for Charlie.

[Grandpa, I’ve found Susan! But she has amnesia now. I’ll bring her to see you once her memory returns!]

It was for his secretary.

[Quick, buy a set of two thousand square feet, no, one thousand square feet of suite!]

In the developed city of Anaville, real estate was expensive.

A casual listing here started at an average price of ten or twelve hundred per square feet.

Six to eight hundred was considered cheap.

Ben thought for a moment and added, [Don’t get one in too good a location. An average price of around six hundred is fine, but it must have all the facilities!]

After a while, he added another message, [Don’t pay in full, just the down payment! As for the purchase date, find at way to backdate it to a year ago!

[Quick, get it done immediately. I want to check in in five hours!

[Remember, make it feel lived–in.

[Don’t forget to put a photo of me and Susan in the room!

[Go buy a new batch of affordable clothes and fill up the wardrobe.]

Ben kept firing off instructions relentlessly.

His secretary’s phone was lighting up like a Christmas tree.

His secretary shivered with anticipation and quickly unlocked his phone.

Surely, this meant Ben had some critical orders.

The secretary opened the message and was floored.

“Buying a house?

“Pretending it’s a love nest shared with Susan?

“What kind of odd directive was this?

“Wait a minute, does this mean….

“He has found Susan?

“Ben is coming back?!”

A wave of elation hit the secretary, and he quickly replied, [Mr. Landor, should I send a car for you?

[No need!] came Ben’s swift reply. [A poor man like me usually just hails a cab. Just get the house ready!]

The secretary was baffled.

“Poor man?!!

“Rich people really know how to play!”

A few hours later.

At dusk.

The private jet touched down at the designated spot.

The airport was desolate, a void in the middle of nowhere.

Susan blinked, “So, how do we get out of here now?”

Ben’s expression froze for a second.

He’d forgotten!

Private airports are secluded – there’s never a taxi in sight!

Sure, he had countless solutions at his disposal, but which could be done without spending a penny?

Ben was lost in thought.