My Villainess Redemption Chapter 1

After getting amnesia, I forgot I was once the vicious villainess in everyone's story.

I sent a mass text to my friends apologizing: [So sorry, I've lost my memory. Could you tell me who you are...?]

My phone instantly received four replies.

The cold childhood friend I bullied: [Is this another new torture method? I left food downstairs for you. Remember to eat.]

The loyal stepbrother I tormented: [Are you still mad at your big brother? I transferred some allowance to your card. I'll be back tonight to keep you company.]

The cool girl heroine I pranked: [Acting again? If you have amnesia, go back to sleep. I signed in for you in class.]

Me: "?"

Did I actually have the "everyone loves me" script all along?

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Doctors and nurses bustled back and forth in the hospital room, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant.

I propped myself up, my head spinning.

Not far away, a doctor was chatting with a middle-aged man.

"How is her condition now?"

"Miss Sterling's amnesia isn't too severe at the moment; she'll just forget certain specific people..."

Listening to their conversation, I froze slightly.

Amnesia?

How could I have amnesia?

"I don't think I have amnesia!"

I couldn't help but interject: "I remember my name is Chloe Sterling, my dad is William Sterling, and my mom is Katherine."

The middle-aged man turned around and asked me kindly: "Then does Miss remember my name?"

I nodded quickly: "Of course, you're the family butler, Uncle Lee."

The man was silent for a long time, his expression complex: "Miss... I'm your family's driver, and my surname isn't Lee, it's Liu."

Me: "?"

He sighed and said to the doctor: "Then please take care of her. I'll go contact her parents first."

From their brief chat, I learned that I had accidentally fallen down the stairs at the library, fell into a coma, and was brought to the hospital by a classmate.

After they left the ward.

I started looking through my phone as if waking from a dream.

Among the pinned contacts, if not for my parents whom I recognized, I would have suspected this wasn't my phone.

A person nicknamed "Cold Monster" sent two messages at just the right time.

[Come downstairs in thirty minutes to get your takeout.]

[I'm too lazy to find someone to bring it up to you.]

I racked my brains but couldn't remember who this person was.

I could only ask him: [Are you buying me lunch?]

The reply came quickly, but every word seemed prickly.

[Buying lunch for the young miss is my duty.]

[But next time, if you want something outside the cafeteria, can you say so in advance?]

[Otherwise, waiting in line for half an hour delays your meal time.]

This guy is quite polite.

But now is not the time to eat.

I hurriedly replied: [No need, not eating today.]

The other side was silent for a while.

Although I couldn't see the face on the other end, I felt a faint anger.

[Just because the breakfast this morning wasn't to your taste?]

[So you're angry again?]

I quickly explained: [No, it's because I have amnesia qwq.]

The other side scoffed: [Is this another new way Miss Sterling came up with to torture me?]

Me: "?"

Am I that bad?

Afraid he wouldn't believe me, I took a photo and sent it to him.

[Really not lying to you, I'm lying in a hospital bed right now.]

For a long time, there was no reply.

Probably fainted from anger, or too lazy to deal with me.

I scrolled through the chat history with him.

This "Cold Monster" routinely helped me get food, pick up packages, and buy boba tea.

Sometimes he even took orders to tutor me or let me copy answers for exams.

But my attitude towards him was really unfriendly.

Even my tone was bossy.

A wave of guilt washed over me.

How could I talk to a classmate like that?

"Chloe Sterling—"

The ward door was suddenly pushed open, and a boy rushed in.

He wore a simple white short-sleeved shirt, handsome features, excellent bone structure.

Even the fingers holding the takeout box were fair and slender.

I was momentarily dazed.

Some people may have lost their memory.

But their lustful nature hasn't changed.

The standard for their ideal type hasn't changed either.

I looked up at him and asked carefully: "You are?"

The boy stiffened.

He pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and asked: "You don't remember who I am?"

I frowned in thought: "Are you Cold Monster?"

His expression was complicated: "...My name is Julian."

Julian reached out to check the injury on my forehead: "Fell down the stairs? Is it serious?"

Seeing me dazed, he stiffly lowered his hand, his tone cold.

"I'm not worried about you; I'm afraid if you hit your head, you'll blame it on me again."

In just a few sentences, he sketched out my former selfish and willful appearance.

My guilt deepened.

Seeing I didn't speak, he asked in a low voice: "Really don't remember who I am?"

I answered honestly: "Don't remember, but looking at the chat history, you seem to be someone who runs errands for me often."

Julian: "...Not exactly."

I looked up suspiciously, and he took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"We are childhood sweethearts."

Seeing I didn't make a sound, Julian added indifferently.

"Of course, we were also engaged before."

I was shocked: "Huh? But looking at the chat history, it doesn't seem like it..."

Thought we were just unfamiliar classmates.

Julian laughed out of anger: "If not for this relationship, who would be willing to run errands for you every day?!"

"Who would specifically buy you food and save seats for you?"

I argued in confusion: "But you just said, getting food for me is your duty."

Julian raised his eyelids lightly: "Yes, isn't that the duty of a fiancé?"

Just then, Driver Liu entered the ward and was a bit surprised to see Julian.

"Julian is here?"

Julian politely got up to say hello and smiled: "I came to see her."

Uncle Liu was about to find a chair to sit down when he was startled by Julian's words.

"By the way, Uncle Liu, Chloe doesn't believe we grew up together."

"Tell her, are we engaged?"

Uncle Liu's eyes widened: "Huh?"

He looked at Julian, whose expression was normal, then at me, full of questions.

After pondering for a moment, he nodded with a complicated expression.

"Um... yes, indeed."