Chapter 1265: Chapter 1265: Loathing Oneself
But he still sketched out the most miserable part of his past.
Abused, humiliated, he even had to eat garbage and rats to survive.
The mere thought of it made him feel nauseous.
For the first time, he felt such revulsion towards himself, towards that idiot who had lost his memory and couldn’t even speak properly.
Yet it was precisely this idiot who had met Hannah before him.
Even if the memories in his dreams were fragmented, he could still feel that Hannah had been good to him.
At least, she had been completely different from the coldness and mockery she showed him.
After a prolonged silence, Jimmy Simmons clenched his fists and asked, "Why?"
Hannah didn’t look at him, focusing instead on carefully putting away the jewelry, "Why what?"
Jimmy Simmons tried to maintain his composure, but his shaky voice betrayed his mood at that moment.
He was anxious, even... jealous.
"Why would you pretend not to know me when you clearly knew me long ago?"
"I truly don’t know you, Jimmy Simmons," Hannah closed the wooden box in her hands and with a glance at her reflection, revealed a coquettish smile, "The pitiful little boy I knew was called Vincent."
Her words were soft and slow, and even when she mentioned that name, it was laced with a different kind of tenderness.
She genuinely missed that pitiful little boy.
Sincere, kind, and stubborn.
Struggling to smile even as he lay in a pool of blood, he resembled her past self.
Jimmy Simmons couldn’t comprehend it all; his mind was consumed by the possibility that Hannah had known him before, perhaps even saved him.
Yet when Tiffany Lynch stepped forward, claiming the identity of his lifesaver, Hannah remained an indifferent observer.
As if... they had never met.
"What’s the difference?" Jimmy Simmons didn’t understand, "He is me, and I am him."
Hannah stood up, looked at him earnestly, and said, "It’s different, after all, you can’t accept in your heart the existence of someone like Vincent, can you?"
Jimmy Simmons fell silent again.
He indeed couldn’t accept that he had a past like that.
Weak and disgusting.
Like a cockroach hiding in the sewers, filthy all over.
His pride would never allow himself to be so miserable.
During the time when he had just recovered his memory, looking at the wounds on his body, he had guessed that the period when he had lost his memory might not have been easy.
But when the truth was laid bare before him, it still exceeded his expectations.
Vincent truly had a terrible life.
Everyone in the village could bully him, throw stones at him, trick him up the mountain to push him over, or even purposely hold him under water just to watch him struggle for breath.
No one fed him, and he had to rely on instinct to dig up roots on the mountain, or catch insects to stave off hunger.
But even so, the hard-earned food would still be mercilessly trampled into the mud by those people.
Children would clap and laugh around him, taunting him for being a fool.
Older kids would force him to eat rats, even forcing him to drink the "fertilizer" produced by the villagers.
They didn’t treat Vincent as human, and if he resisted, all he would receive was a brutal beating.
A beating that left him covered in blood.
Even if he had to crawl in search of food, he still desperately clung to life.
Jimmy Simmons would never be able to accept, to accept that he had such a past.
If he could go back in time...
