Chapter 13

Tara rested against Quentin, who tenderly rubbed her throbbing temples. "Did you recall anything just now, Tara? Do you feel alright? If you're unwell, we can go to the hospital right now." "Who was that man, Quentin? Have I seen him before? He even kept calling me Tammy…" Tara gazed distractedly at the Rolls-Royce's ornate starlight roof, appearing lost in the painful memory of a past event. Quentin held her tenderly and explained, "That was the heir of the Rayleigh family in Barrowton. You must have crossed paths with him back in Celador. There were rumors that he and his mistress drove his wife, who was his childhood sweetheart, to her death. He became mentally unstable because of it, so he almost certainly confused you with his wife." "Is that so? He was very good at faking affection then. He pretended to love his wife deeply, yet he still engaged in infidelity. If I were the wife in that situation, I would never have forgiven him, not even in the afterlife!" Tara stated, lookin