CHAPTER 1838

The half-empty vial of liquid kept on the shelf was the drug that Charlotte had stolen from Rosalyn’s

warehouse.

Roanne curled her lips into a smirk when she laid eyes on it.

In truth, Charlotte had only used one-third of the vial when drugging Jim, but Roanne had told her that

she had used two-thirds.

Therefore, Charlotte would not suspect anything even if she only took a small portion out for her.

Roanne curled her lips into a smirk and poured small amounts of the drug into another bottle.

After being at Charlotte’s beck and call for so many years, Roanne knew that she had already returned

her favor.

From this day onward, it was time to live her own life.

In the evening, Roanne drove to Landry Mansion to hand the small bottle of medicine to Charlotte.

Initially, she had wanted to leave immediately after, but she bumped into Jim, who had just returned Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

from a jog, as she was about to go out the door.

He glanced at Roanne as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. “It’s dinnertime soon, so why don’t

you stay for dinner?”

He took the water bottle that Charlotte was offering him from her and took a sip. “It’s been a while since

the three of us sat down for a meal, hasn’t it?”

Roanne paused, then shot Charlotte a helpless glance.

Charlotte let out an awkward smile, took the bottle from Jim, and handed him a dry towel. “That’s okay.

Roanne has her own things to take care of, so we shouldn’t keep her here.

“Besides, she’s single now, so she probably wouldn’t want to eat with the two of us anyway, lest we

make her sick.”

Roanne quickly nodded in agreement. “Yes, 1…I don’t feel like joining…”

Jim narrowed his eyes and glanced first at Roanne in puzzlement, then at Charlotte. “Whatever I say

goes, and I insist that Roanne should stay for dinner.”

With that, he summoned the butler and ordered, “Get me another chair and another set of cutlery.” The

butler quickly beckoned a few servants to add a chair to the dining table. Roanne had no choice but to

sit down quietly and join in on Jim and Charlotte’s meal.

During dinner, Jim placed a piece of mutton into Roanne’s plate and said excitedly, “I remember from

back at the orphanage that you loved mutton, and you’d always eat the ribs clean.”

Because he had lost his memories of the last six years, Jim could recall past memories even better

than before.

He remembered that while he was at the orphanage, not only had he gotten to know a girl who loved

aring red, but another girl who would follow the first one around wherever she went. These girls were

Charlotte and Roanne, respectively.

However, at that time, they did not have names at all.

There had been so many children at the orphanage that the director could not be bothered to name all

of them. Instead, she gave them all numbers at names. Charlotte’s was 9, whereas Roanne was

number 12.

Jim still remembered that even though girl number 12 was as skinny as a twig, she loved mutton and

would lick the ribs clean every time they had it.

Seeing how pitiful she looked, Jim promised Number-9 that when he returned for her in the future, she

could take Number-12 with her.

However, to Jim’s surprise, when he placed the muton on Roanne’s plate, she glanced at Charlotte

with a n embarrassed look.

“Um, Master Landry, you must’ve misremembered…” She bit her lip and placed the mutton in

Charlotte’s plate instead. “The person who loves mutton…is my sister.” The color drained from Jim and

Charlotte’s faces.