Chapter 919

Frederick stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his study, his gaze fixed in the direction of the Wallace residence. Riley approached from behind, reporting in a measured tone, “Frederick, Huan has indeed lost his memory—and it seems he’s also lost his wits. He’s stubbornly refusing to leave the Wallace household. Shawn had no choice but to let him stay.” After relaying the update, Riley hesitated before asking, “Frederick…how did you know Huan would end up losing his memory?” *Hmph. That fool used my own strategy—of course I knew.* Frederick didn’t bother answering. He turned without a word and headed downstairs. At the bottom of the steps, he noticed a slender figure in a white sundress, moving nervously between the kitchen and the dining room. A faint crease appeared between his brows. He’d always disliked unnecessary bustle in his home—hence the absence of live-in servants. Whatever chores couldn’t be managed by machines, he left to Terry and Riley. So the sudden presence of some