After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 983 Manuel’s Try

Chapter 983 Manuel's Try

Susan returned to the room and upon seeing Manuel, she burst into tears. Manuel was a little overwhelmed by her tears, and he stepped forward to embrace her. Susan leaned on his chest and cried, almost to the point of losing her breath.

"What's wrong?" Manuel asked her gently. Susan kept crying without saying a word.

"Don't cry, Susan." Manuel wiped her tears and held her as they sat down on the sofa nearby. Susan can't seem to stop. Tears kept falling uncontrollably. Manuel felt a bit helpless and asked, "What exactly happened? People who don't know might think your husband is dead."

"You're not allowed to die!" Susan became serious and said, "If you dare to die in front of me, I'll-I'll beat your body."

Manuel chuckled and indulged, "Don't cry anymore. You're crying so hard that it hurts my heart."

Susan held back her emotions. Manuel, this man, could be gentle at times and that made her unable to resist.

She sniffed her nose and wiped away her tears haphazardly, saying, "Besse is not Hannah."

"Didn't you already prepare yourself mentally a long time ago?"

"I thought I was okay, but when it hits me, it still hurts so much. It's like... Hannah died all over again." Susan said, struggling to hold herself together.

"Susan, please, don't cry, okay? You're pregnant now."

Susan tried to control herself since she knew that was not good for the baby.

But just at the thought of things about Besse, she was completely overwhelmed by the desperation inside.

"How can you be sure that Besse is not Hannah?" Manuel asked her as he wiped away her tears.

"She told me that she is not Hannah and that she doesn't know me or Oscar. I even asked her if she purposely her appearance to avoid Oscar and pretend not to know us, but she denied it. From her expression, I don't think she was lying to me."

Manuel fell silent for a few seconds at that moment.

He asked, "Besides these, have you asked her anything else?"

"What other things?" Susan was puzzled.

"Like, her past life. Or... whether anything unexpected has happened to her." Manuel said tentatively.

"No," Susan shook her head, her tears blurring as she looked at Manuel, "what's the point of asking these questions?"

"Not much." Manuel decided, not wanting to say too much.

He was afraid Susan would be disappointed.

"Come on, go to take a shower and go to bed early." Said Manuel.

"I don't want to go, I'm feeling uncomfortable."

"I'll help you."

Susan looked at him with some shock. Then she asked, "Are you gonna do something? The doc said I can't have sex in three months."

Manuel ignored her question and picked her up. Susan hastened to clasp his neck.

"Manuel, if you dare to do something, I'll tell your mom later!" she threatened.

"Don't worry, I am not interested in a pregnant woman."

"Who else are you interested in then?" Susan called out.

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Manuel realized that he had made a mistake.

The next morning came early. Besse got up and had breakfast before leaving Northfield with Doyle. She couldn't describe her feeling last night. Anyway, she had stayed up all night long.

She went to the breakfast room as usual since she was used to having three meals a day. Even though she slept late last night, she still woke up early this morning.

Doyle was a night owl and usually had trouble getting up for breakfast, so Besse didn't want to wake him up and came alone instead.

She made herself some breakfast at the buffet table and sat down just as a man's voice rang out, "Can I sit across from you?"

Besse looked up and smiled lightly, "Of course."

"Thank you." Manuel sat across from her.

"Where's your wife?" Besse asked casually.

"She's still sleeping. I don't want to wake her from her dreams yet so later on I'll bring her breakfast back upstairs." Replied Manuel.

"Mm-hmm." Besse nodded approvingly. Even though they were strangers, it was clear how well he treated his wife.

"Susan told me that today is your last day here." Started Manuel conversationally

"My flight is at 11 o'clock this afternoon so after breakfast we have to go straight away." Answered Besse without hiding anything from him because talking with this couple felt natural enough for her "She cried herself out last night when she returned home." Revealed Manuel while smiling indulgently as he spoke of Susan's emotional state.

"Oh really?" There was some perfunctory tone in Besse's voice since she was kind of tired now.

"She said that she mistook someone else for her friend," Manuel murmured while observing every move or action of Besse's.

He didn't think it could be Hannah before either since he knew how devastatingly catastrophic that explosion had been. There wasn't much hope left for anyone surviving such an explosion.

Even if he saw Besse again later when Susan firmly insisted that Besse was Hannah, he always felt that it was not. He even gave Susan a lot of information to dispel her idea, but yesterday when Susan confirmed that Besse was not Hannah, he suddenly felt that the possibility of Besse being Hannah was very high.

Facing her so closely now, Manuel had been more convinced of a sense of familiarity. He shouldn't have questioned Susan before. After all, Susan and Hannah had known each other for so many years, Susan should be the one who knew Hannah best.

However, Susan was too simple. She believed what others told her easily. So now, she had denied her first idea about Besse's identity.

"Yes, she mistook me for someone." Besse continued, "I'm sorry, I let her down."

Manuel could tell that Besse was not lying.

He asked, "Have you ever had any accidents before?"

Bessie's brow furrowed slightly, feeling that the man in front of her was much more sophisticated than Susan. She felt a sense of crisis.

"I don't mean to inquire about your privacy." He quickly explained, feeling natural that Besse was on guard against him. "I just feel that many things have become increasingly strange, so it could be more than a coincidence."

"What do you want to say?" Bessie asked bluntly.

"Have you lost your memory?"

Bessie's heart was stunned. Besides her, Doyle and Doyle's mother, there was no one else knowing that she had lost her memory.