Mafia Princess Faked Amnesia, Learned the Truth, and Never Returned Chapter 09

I thought we’d probably never get the chance to see each other again. But in the third month after I left, I

suddenly got a call from the head of family security, asking me to come back no matter what.

The reason was absurd. My parents had gotten into a fight and were heading for divorce, and both had been

admitted to the family hospital.

And I, as their legitimate daughter, had no choice but to go deal with it.

Oh, that kind of drama. Then I definitely had to go back and see it.

Before he hung up, I asked one more question. “Why did my parents suddenly start fighting?”

In my memory, they’d always had a great relationship. My mom was the one who called the shots in the family. My dad would only ever stand unconditionally on her side.

When my mom favored Isabella, he doted on her too. When my mom said there was no spare money to lend me, he silently withdrew the money he’d planned to help me pay for the building’s land.

They’d been inseparable for most of their lives.

And now he was telling me, “The Godfather brought his illegitimate daughter back to the estate and had your mother raise her for over a decade. How could they not fight?”

I almost instantly locked onto who that illegitimate daughter was. Isabella.

Sure enough, the moment I arrived at the hospital room, my mom rushed over and sobbed to me. “Elena,

your father is a bastard.”

“He made me raise his mistress’s daughter for over a decade.”

I watched her cry and fuss. Watched her put on a show of guilt, apologizing frantically in front of me. But I

felt absolutely nothing.

She gradually noticed something was off about me and stopped crying. “Elena, why aren’t you saying

anything?”

I let out a cold laugh. “Because there’s really nothing to say. Everything that happened to you is karma for

always siding with outsiders.”

She jerked her head up, stunned. “Elena… you… what are you saying?”

“The day you took out the estate deed for Isabella, I told you all, from now on she’d be your real daughter, and

I wouldn’t be responsible for taking care of you in your old age.”

“Now she really has become Dad’s real daughter. I guess that’s come true.”

“To be honest, the only reason I came back this time was to watch you two make fools of yourselves.”

“I’ve changed.” My mom took out the estate deed and spread it out in front of me.

“I took the estate back, and I changed the name on the deed to yours.”

“You’re my biological daughter. How could I not love you?”

“Too bad. It’s too late.” I reached out and folded the estate deed shut.

“Some hurts can’t be fixed after the fact, as if nothing ever happened.”

“Whether you divorce him or fight with him, it has nothing to do with me anymore.”

In fact, I was even looking forward to them tearing each other apart. I slung my bag over my shoulder and

got ready to leave.

But the moment I opened the hospital room door, I came face to face with Luca. His collar was crooked, and he was panting hard. He’d clearly run all the way here. “Elena, I want to talk to you.”

I glanced at my watch. “Twenty minutes. Let’s make it quick.”

It was probably the first time he’d seen me speak so coldly. Luca looked a little taken aback, but he quickly recovered. “The wedding never happened. In the end, I never married Isabella.”

I hummed. “That’s your choice. It has nothing to do with me.”

“That building – I took it back. I changed the name on the deed back, too. Only your name is on it now.”

“No need.”

“Since the money has been paid back, do whatever you want with the building.”

“Add whoever’s name you want. Kick out whoever you want.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

“I lost my head back then. That’s why I slept with Isabella.”

I corrected him. “You weren’t impulsive. You’d planned it all along.”

“Otherwise, you wouldn’t have set the door and phone lock screen passwords to the day you two first met.”

“Do you still remember where you and Isabella first met?”

I thought we’d probably never get the chance to see each other again. But in the third month after I left, I

suddenly got a call from the head of family security, asking me to come back no matter what.

The reason was absurd. My parents had gotten into a fight and were heading for divorce, and both had been

admitted to the family hospital.

And I, as their legitimate daughter, had no choice but to go deal with it.

Oh, that kind of drama. Then I definitely had to go back and see it.

Before he hung up, I asked one more question. “Why did my parents suddenly start fighting?”

In my memory, they’d always had a great relationship. My mom was the one who called the shots in the family. My dad would only ever stand unconditionally on her side.

When my mom favored Isabella, he doted on her too. When my mom said there was no spare money to lend me, he silently withdrew the money he’d planned to help me pay for the building’s land.

They’d been inseparable for most of their lives.

And now he was telling me, “The Godfather brought his illegitimate daughter back to the estate and had your mother raise her for over a decade. How could they not fight?”

I almost instantly locked onto who that illegitimate daughter was. Isabella.

Sure enough, the moment I arrived at the hospital room, my mom rushed over and sobbed to me. “Elena,

your father is a bastard.”

“He made me raise his mistress’s daughter for over a decade.”

I watched her cry and fuss. Watched her put on a show of guilt, apologizing frantically in front of me. But I

felt absolutely nothing.

She gradually noticed something was off about me and stopped crying. “Elena, why aren’t you saying

anything?”

I let out a cold laugh. “Because there’s really nothing to say. Everything that happened to you is karma for

always siding with outsiders.”

She jerked her head up, stunned. “Elena… you… what are you saying?”

“The day you took out the estate deed for Isabella, I told you all, from now on she’d be your real daughter, and

I wouldn’t be responsible for taking care of you in your old age.”

“Now she really has become Dad’s real daughter. I guess that’s come true.”

“To be honest, the only reason I came back this time was to watch you two make fools of yourselves.”

“I’ve changed.” My mom took out the estate deed and spread it out in front of me.

“I took the estate back, and I changed the name on the deed to yours.”

“You’re my biological daughter. How could I not love you?”

“Too bad. It’s too late.” I reached out and folded the estate deed shut.

“Some hurts can’t be fixed after the fact, as if nothing ever happened.”

“Whether you divorce him or fight with him, it has nothing to do with me anymore.”

In fact, I was even looking forward to them tearing each other apart. I slung my bag over my shoulder and

got ready to leave.

But the moment I opened the hospital room door, I came face to face with Luca. His collar was crooked, and he was panting hard. He’d clearly run all the way here. “Elena, I want to talk to you.”

I glanced at my watch. “Twenty minutes. Let’s make it quick.”

It was probably the first time he’d seen me speak so coldly. Luca looked a little taken aback, but he quickly recovered. “The wedding never happened. In the end, I never married Isabella.”

I hummed. “That’s your choice. It has nothing to do with me.”

“That building – I took it back. I changed the name on the deed back, too. Only your name is on it now.”

“No need.”

“Since the money has been paid back, do whatever you want with the building.”

“Add whoever’s name you want. Kick out whoever you want.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

“I lost my head back then. That’s why I slept with Isabella.”

I corrected him. “You weren’t impulsive. You’d planned it all along.”

“Otherwise, you wouldn’t have set the door and phone lock screen passwords to the day you two first met.”

“Do you still remember where you and Isabella first met?”