Winner Takes All

A soft and timid voice echoed throughout the room.

Cynthia was stunned as if she realized something.

The movement of Jack's left hand fondling also stopped as he said firmly, "No! From now on, you're my life. With me here, there will always be you."

"Pull the hook."

Amanda's little head popped out of Jack's arms and lifted his right hand, revealing her little thumb.

Jack smiled gently and hooked his finger with Amanda.

Then, he slowly smoothed a few strands of Amanda's messy hair in front of her forehead to the back of her ears again.

He looked deeply at Amanda, whose face had regained its calmness, with no sorrow or pain.

However, it was such a calmness that made Jack feel heartbroken.

"Amanda, have some sleep. I'll go out for a walk with her." Jack said.

"Your injuries..."

Cynthia looked worried instantly.

Before she could finish her words, Jack shook his head, "It's not a problem. I've survived even more than this. Such an injury is just nothing."

With that, he got off the bed, helped Amanda lie down again and tucked her in carefully.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Only then did Jack walk out of the room with Cynthia's help.

"This child..."

Cynthia slowly asked. She knew clearly that why Jack had to come out for a walk with her despite his injuries. In all probability, he was going to say something about Amanda. Jack didn't respond immediately. Instead, he walked farther away before he slowly said.

"Amanda's village was slaughtered. Her parents died horribly while she and her brother were sold into slavery. At that time, I was dragged out of the snow by those of the slavery convoy, and they wanted to sel me along with them as a slave. However, it was Amanda and her brother, who quietly shared food with me, that kept me supported and came back."

His words were short, but he had told the whole story of what had happened to Amanda.

When Jack spoke the last sentence, he didn't notice that Cynthia was smirking at the side.

Obviously, Jack had believed in Cynthia's words and considered her as his wife and this place as his home too. That was why he used the word came back.

"Last night, her brother was stabbed to death in the street to get food and clothes for her and me. Before her brother died, he came back with a big parcel and died spitting blood in front of us."

Jack then said again in a deep voice. Just that when he said this, his eyes were teary, feeling guilty, "When those people chased over, we didn't even have time to dispose of her brother's body. Amanda didn't want to leave at that moment, so I forcibly knocked her out. Her brother entrusted her to me before he died."

As he spoke, Jack slowly took out crumbled cookie, which was stained red with the boy's blood, from his pocket and handed it to Cynthia. He said firmly, "So, from now on, Amanda will always be with me around."

Cynthia froze with his words.

There was a hint of anger appeared on her beautiful face.

She was the daughter of the Hun King and was superior in the Hun royal court.

She knew the plight of the people, which was why there was a law forbidding young slaves in the royal city where she lived. But, it was a different feeling when the plight of the people was happening right in front of her, especially when it came out from the mouth of her dream man.

This incident pierced her heart.

"You're right!"

Cynthia clenched her fist and agreed with Jack's words, followed by, "It's such a tragedy for a little girl who has gone through such a big change. If we don't keep our promise, this little girl's future will be in darkness. How about we take her as our daughter from now on?"

"Thank you."

Jack said gratefully.

He had lost his memory, but the woman in front of him was his wife.

Therefore, sheltering Amanda still had to be approved by his wife in advance after all.

Cynthia's kindness and straightforwardness made Jack feel warm inside.

"We're all family. It's nothing."

Cynthia stepped forward and burrowed into Jack's arms, "Thank God that you came back safely."

Just that after she said that.

Jack pushed Cynthia away.

He frowned and said, "Cynthia, can you tell me about what had happened before? Yesterday, you were the one who had someone open the cage and set us free. So our family's background must be very strong for daring to do such big things in the street, right? If it was so strong, then why was I nearly buried in the snow?"

All of these questions made Cynthia's eyes flicker, and her heart wander.

How could she have time to make up so many things?

However, feeling Jack's gaze, Cynthia lightly bit her red lips, as if she was pondering her memories. She then slowly said.

"Honey, it's not your family's background that is strong, but mine."

Cynthia then held Jack's arm and assisted him down the stairs for a walk. She said while walking, "Not long after you and I got married, my father ordered you to go on a mission outside, and then you disappeared. My father and I sent people to search for you, but in the end, we found nothing. But, I didn't expect that you would return as a slave."

"On what mission?"

Jack asked.

Cynthia froze for a moment and shook her head, "You're very capable, and my father has very high regard for you. So, every mission that my father sends you out is top secret, and not even telling me about it. Jack nodded and didn't press on, quietly waiting for Cynthia to continue.

Cynthia was planning inside to continue making up Jack's memory. And if she could make this memory perfect, she and Jack would be able to get along better in the future.

"You're my man and also the best man in the snowy plain. So, when I saw you in the prison car yesterday, I got furious instantly and had my guards secretly break the chains of the prison."

"I tried to find you after that, but the streets were just too chaotic, and you suddenly started slaughtering the men of the slavery convoy. Then, you ran away, and I kept chasing after you, but I just couldn't keep up with you. In the end, you disappeared. I kept searching for you until I suddenly bumped into you last night."

Jack's gaze was deep. He remembered all these that he had experienced after his memory loss, except for those before it. His mind was blank at the moment.

Cynthia's narration had filled in some memories into his blank mind before his memory loss.

Jack had no doubts about Cynthia's words.

However, Cynthia hadn't continue yet after Jack waited for a long time.

Jack said, "Keep talking."

"Hey, we have just reunited, and you have been injured so badly too. There's still a lot of time, and I will tell you little by little."

Cynthia held Jack's arm and pretended to pamper him. This was already the limit for her to make up all of these at one go.

It was an extremely taxing task for trying to make up all of the memories of this man. Moreover, even the slightest mistake that created bizarre memories would undo all her hard work.

Jack's reaction now had shown that he had accepted her made-up memories.

There was still a lot of time. Step by step and little by little. Soon, she would be able to finish making up all of his memories. At least, this memory that she had made up would be able to temporarily create the man she wanted until he fully recovered his memories.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐