CHAPTER 470: CHAPTER 470: IF ONLY I’D KNOWN

On the other side, Ashley Shaw continued, "And also, don’t do things like sending flowers today. You never remember to bring gifts when you meet someone."

Warren Prescott: "..."

Ha ha.

"And if you’re having a meal with Grandpa Prescott, don’t hand the menu to us to order first like you did today."

Warren Prescott was truly taken aback.

But this time, he finally found his voice, asking with obvious shock, "I don’t even handle ordering for others?"

Ashley Shaw shook her head, "That’s not it. You typically just let the waiter bring the signature dishes without looking at the menu."

"...So that’s how it is." He really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

According to Ashley Shaw, he was not just a little rogue before, but simply a... spoiled brat.

On the other side, Ashley Shaw was already concluding.

"In short, just be as arrogant and self-centered as possible, and you won’t go wrong."

Warren Prescott spoke with difficulty, "Really... thank you."

Ashley Shaw nodded solemnly, "No need to thank me."

All of this was for Grandpa Prescott.

"..." Warren Prescott felt even more mixed emotions.

Could she really think he was thanking her?!

A strange feeling of frustration arose within him, but upon reflection, this frustration seemed very familiar.

Had he often felt this kind of frustration when dealing with her in the past?

Curious, he couldn’t help but ask, "Miss Shaw, I’m really curious, how did we interact before?"

Ashley Shaw raised her eyelid slightly.

If she really had to answer, it required breaking it down into different stages.

During school days, of course, she was like sticky gum, clinging to him persistently, while he was extremely repulsed by her.

After getting married, they couldn’t even be considered courteous, but it was almost the same pattern.

Only after being reborn, this pattern seemed to reverse, but it wasn’t quite the same.

"I can’t really say," Ashley Shaw could only respond.

Warren Prescott thought she was shy. After all, saying to his face that he was courting her... with a girl’s thin skin, how could she be willing to admit it?

He justified it to himself, and then suddenly remembered something, saying, "Assistant Lowell told me that you were originally my sister?"

Ashley Shaw thought maybe bringing up past events might help him remember something. After all, that was partly why she came today, so she said, "Yes, after my mother passed, Grandpa Prescott took pity on me and had Aunt Prescott take me in as an adopted daughter."

"Oh..." In fact, he had already asked this before, but he still acted surprised, "So wasn’t I your brother then?"

Wasn’t that a given?

But considering he didn’t remember anything, Ashley Shaw patiently continued, "You were before, but not anymore."

"At least once before, and if Miss Shaw doesn’t mind, I might as well call you my sister in the future. Otherwise, calling you ’Miss Shaw’ could sound strange if Grandpa hears it."

Ashley Shaw corrected, "Calling me your sister would also sound odd to him. Just call me by my name like before."

"Alright, then I’ll call you Ashley."

Actually, he intended to call her Ashley from the start and deliberately suggested "sister" first, knowing she would reject it.

With the rejection, he could choose any other term of address freely.

Sure enough, Ashley Shaw said, "Either is fine..."

Just then, the waiter entered to serve the meal.

Ariana Grant and Mark also walked in at this time.

No one knew what was said between them, but there was a gleam of joy in Ariana Grant’s eyes.

With others present, Ashley Shaw refrained from asking.

The meal was finished amid casual conversation—the entire exchange mainly consisted of Warren Prescott asking questions and them answering.

All the questions pertained to past events that could help Warren Prescott regain his memory.

Both of them came to help, so they openly shared whatever they knew.

Halfway through the meal, Lars Prescott called.

Warren Prescott learned from Mark that Lars Prescott didn’t quite like Ashley Shaw, so he deliberately stepped outside the room to take the call, avoiding them.

The call was about returning to Westcroft for National Day.

"Your mom knows you better than Grandpa does, so you absolutely must not give anything away. Otherwise, with her personality, she’ll be unable to keep a secret. And even if she can, you wouldn’t want her to worry unnecessarily. She’s getting older and cares about you the most, unable to bear such a shock."

Listening to Lars Prescott, Warren was curious. Wasn’t he supposed to have another woman outside? Why did it sound different?

Could there be some kind of misunderstanding?

He hesitated a moment but didn’t ask.

Now wasn’t the time for those discussions.

"If you’re really worried, I won’t go back for National Day then."

"Whether to go back or not, we’ll see. In the meantime, if there’s anything you don’t know, ask your assistant more often. Even if he hasn’t been with you for long, he might know you better than I do."

"Okay."

"I’ll hang up then."

"You’re busy."

Lars Prescott murmured in agreement, hung up, and then let out a heavy sigh.

Warren Prescott wasn’t speaking to him with that disdainful tone from before, which was good.

But he felt even more guilty.

Because Warren Prescott’s memory would eventually return, and by then, everything would go back to how it was.

Maybe... he’d even detest him more because of this "closeness" during this period.

Imagining this likely scenario made Lars Prescott feel an indescribable discomfort.

Even as Warren Prescott treated him well now, he couldn’t help feeling apprehensive.

This apprehension made the joy less genuine.

But this was all his own doing, and he couldn’t blame anyone else.

Mr. Rowan entered just then, seeing Lars Prescott appearing troubled, and after discussing business, he couldn’t resist asking what was wrong.

Mr. Rowan knew about Lars Prescott’s situation, and Lars reluctantly explained.

Then sighed, "It’s all my fault, having a family yet causing trouble at this age due to a bit of discontent... Do you think this is what they mean by ’self-inflicted, unforgivable’?"

Mr. Rowan didn’t respond, paused in silence, then suddenly asked, "Chairman, why not take the opportunity now and explain everything clearly?"

"Explain what? It’s all true..."

"I mean take the chance to clear the air. Apologize if you need to... Otherwise, when young master regains his memory, he might not even want to hear an apology."

Lars Prescott fell silent, only speaking after a long pause, "I’ll think it over!"

For a father to speak about such matters in front of his son, it’s embarrassing even for the thick-skinned.

Truly, it’s like the old saying: if I knew back then, why bother now?

Meanwhile, after finishing his call, Warren Prescott returned to find the room’s door, which he closed, wide open.

Inside, there were sounds of argument.