Chapter 385

As soon as the words left my mouth, I raised my hand and slapped Ronald Wright across the face. It wasn’t even out of rage, either—just a clean, calm slap. "Just said you’re no good, and here you go proving it by messing with my memory. What’s your deal, Ronald? You really gotta make it official or what?" "Listen, I hate being played. And I hate feeling like an idiot who knows nothing about what’s going on. I’ve already got enough people coming at me from all sides. If you dare try any shady stuff—whether it’s drugging me or pulling some other nonsense—trust me, you’ll regret it." Ronald stared at me, his eyes dark as night itself, his jaw tight. He briefly ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek where the slap had landed, a flicker of defiance in his expression. "And you think you’re letting me off the hook right now?" I tilted my head back to meet his gaze. "You hurt my family. My brother. My nephew. Then while I lost my memory, you manipulated me and probably got the doctors to