No Memory No Mercy novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61 

Alicia said it like it was a given, like jonathan was some land of god that nobody could question 

Isnickered and went right at Alica, tuming the living room into a warzone, 

Jonathan furrowed his brows. He lowered his gaze and tuned to Alicia “Head back first, Alicia” 

Alicia asked, “But what about Mr. Ford Senior?” 

“I’ll get someone to bring the lunchbox to Grandpa,” he interrupted without hesitation. He was clearly trying to send her on her way. 

Alicia wanted to say something, but the chill in his eyes stopped her short. She just pursed her lips and flashed a sweet smile. “Alright, Jonathan. I’ll come back another day. I won’t put you in a tough spot.” 

With that, she walked away, looking over her shoulder every few steps. 

Meanwhile, Gabrielle stayed where she was, watching me with concen jonathan coldly glanced at her. “Why are you still sticking around?” 

She didn’t want to leave, but she was afraid of going against him. 

I managed a faint smile and said, “You should head back I’ll be tine.” 

Before I could say another word, Jonathan picked me up in his arms. I screamed as my legs dangled in the air, clinging to his neck without thinking. When I wrapped my arms around him, 1 Saw his expression soften, albeit it was just a little. 

Holding me in his arms, he headed up the stairs without saying a word. Even on the winding steps, he was steady, as if I weighed nothing. when we made it to the second floor, I glanced in Gabrielle’s direction. Seeing she was already gone, I breathed a sigh of relief. Jonathan’s deep voice came from above me. “Funny how you always seem to worry about her 

was taken aback for a moment before realizing he was talling about Gabrielle. “She’s my best friend, What’s wrong with caring about her?” My tone was sharp. All I wanted was to shut him down 

I immediately ast up. He stood at the bedside, towering over me. “You’ll stay here for the next few days and reflect on your behavior.” 

He coughed a few times, his hair completely white. He held a cane topped with a carved lion’s head, its top worn smooth from years of use–like a well–aged 

Edward still looked slurp and healthy 

healthy, making it hard to believe he was already eating his end. But I couldn’t be bothered to waste my energy on someone who 

was practically our foot in the grave. 

I didn’t greet lum, and I didn’t rolling eyes at him either. Instead, I just walked back to my room with a blank fact 

I could feel lus gaze lingering on me as the door shut. He eventually turned away, shaking his head like he had already given up on me. 

I scodled. What was he so let down about? How date heat so full of himself? I was the one who should be disappointed.