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Asher followed Elliot’s surname, while Adora followed Sheena’s surname, as discussed earlier when Sheena gave birth to the babies.

This decision was made to balance the Inheritance rights between the two families.

Elliot heaved a sigh of relief, quickly probing further, “Who was your first love?”

Sheena was slightly puzzled. “What are you talking about?”

She did not have any first love.

“Answer me.”

Elliot tightened his grip on her hand, eyes reddening as he awaited her response.

She hesitated slightly.

“Nathaniel?”

Sheena thought she would finally pass the memory test with that answer.

Feeling satisfied, she was ready to share a tender moment with Elliot.

However, Elliot’s long lashes fluttered before she could even flash a smile.

It was as if he was sinking into a new wave of despair, his voice trembling.

“So, you really did have feelings for him! That’s why you were laughing and chatting with him in the video calls. Nana, do you… still love him?”

He anxiously clutched his chest, his handsome face turning pale, eyes filled with sorrow.

“Do you… love me a little more than him?”

Sheena’s gaze turned cold.

Without the IV in her hand, she gently lifted it and motioned for Elliot to come closer.

Elliot obediently bent down/ pressing his cheek against her palm.

Suddenly, her fingertips exerted force, pinching his cheek. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Sheena’s grip was weak since her body had not fully recovered, causing only a slight pain.

Elliot merely furrowed his brows slightly, allowing her to bully him.

In a weak volce, she said, “Ell, you’re misbehaving, always overthinking things. If I had the

ngth, I’d have to give you a good smack.”

Elliot remained silent, his long lashes veiling the vague guilt in his eyes.

Sheena eased her grip, gently caressing his cheek as she earnestly spoke, “My feelings for

Nathaniel were only childhood fondness. I never loved him. I’ve only ever loved you.”

With the weight lifted off his heart, Elliot kissed her palm, filled with joy.

“Thank goodness. You really haven’t lost your memory or forgotten me.”

Sheena’s features relaxed, chuckling. “So, you intentionally tested me just now to see how

much I remembered.”

Elliot squeezed her hand tightly, smiling. “How could I not know your love for me, even

though I’m quite… annoyed with some things.”

“It’s all in the past.” Sheena shrugged it off. “How’s the investigation into the attack going?

Any progress?”

Elliot shook his head. “It’s only been a short while since we were attacked in the morning,

so it’s too soon to get an update. But I’ve instructed the Ardolisia police to focus on Paulo,

and I believe you also suspect him.”

“Yeah. Not many people have the power to make such a bold move in Ardolisia.”

Elliot agreed, “Also, Neil has already identified the man who injured you. I was planning to handle it directly, but since you’re awake, I’ll let you deal with it yourself.”

Sheena was never one to show mercy to those who harmed her.

They like using clubs, so let’s find one with spikes and pay them back tenfold, but don’t kill them. Have them endure thirty strikes a day for a few days.”

Elliot indulgently prodded her nose. “Alright. We’ll do as you say.”

As their conversation ended, the door was suddenly knocked on.

The door cracked open slightly

and a girl’s delicate and gorgeous face peered in.

It was Anne.

heard Ms. Lawson was sick. Paulo brought me in for a check–up, and we thought we’d visit her since we’re here. Do you mind if we come in?”

With his back to the door, Elliot’s face almost instantly darkened.

Feeling weak and exhausted, Sheena turned her head away, closing her eyes to rest.

Clearly, she did not want to see anyone and had no energy to deal with polite formalities.

At the doorway, Anne seemed oblivious to Elliot’s grim expression.

Without waiting for him to respond or dismiss them, she pushed the door open and entered.

“Well, I’ll take that as a yes,” she remarked, completely ignoring Elliot’s mood as she placed the purchased fruits and flowers on the bedside table.

She acted like a social butterfly.

With hands in his pockets, Paulo followed into the room, standing at the foot of the bed.

Standing next to Elliot, Anne looked at Sheena with concern.

“What happened? Ms. Lawson looks very weak, and it seems like she’s quite ill.”