Chapter 4Glitch in the System: The Erased Years

My brain went into overdrive, quickly extracting useful information from Mia's words.

First, Ethan isn't just an average rich kid; his family is extremely wealthy.

Wealthy enough to create a massive class divide between him and me, who comes from a middle-class family.

Second, our relationship did not have the support of our parents.

Especially his mother, who suspected I was after Ethan for his money.

She refused my requests to meet.

Lastly, Mia subtly flaunted her extraordinary relationship with the Vance family.

She and Ethan are childhood friends, so their family backgrounds should be similar.

Most importantly, Ethan's mother is her godmother.

They have a close relationship.

Ethan's mother always wanted Mia to be her daughter-in-law.

In just a few short sentences, she managed to provoke me and show off.

This Mia is not simple.

"Don't worry, Mia. She has amnesia now and doesn't even remember me. We won't be getting the license anytime soon."

Ethan stared fixedly at the person in front of him, his gaze greedy, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

Mia glared at him: "How many times do I have to tell you? Call me 'sister'. I'm older than you!"

"What do those few months matter?" Ethan grinned, "I'm going to call you Mia, what are you going to do about it?"

It was like watching a puppy demanding affection from its owner.

As someone who usually loves shipping couples, I felt slightly nauseated.

Right now, I just wanted these two to get out of my sight as quickly as possible.

"I want to rest. You guys should leave!" I started issuing eviction orders.

Mia pursed her lips, sounding aggrieved: "Chloe, do you dislike me? I'll leave right now."

Ethan grabbed her as she turned around.

"You're overthinking it. She's probably just tired. We won't bother her sleep anymore!"

Without bothering to say goodbye to me, his supposed girlfriend, he pulled his childhood friend and left directly.

He didn't even consider that, having just woken up from being unconscious for over ten hours, how could I possibly sleep?

However, their departure was exactly what I wanted.

I picked up my phone and started investigating my situation.

Because I didn't believe a single word Ethan said.

I had just quickly glanced through the photos on the phone.

Most of them were secret photos I took of him, but there were also some photos of us together.

In every single photo together, including the lock screen where our faces were pressed together, I had a slight smile.

That's the problem.

I never just smile slightly for photos; I always show my teeth in a big grin.

The person who knows me best is myself.

Looking at those photos, I could tell those smiles weren't genuine.

I was forcing a smile.

Or rather, I was putting on a performance of being happy for someone else to see.