Jacob Powell snapped back to reality, as if he had just been hypnotized, almost revealing the truth just now. Had Xaviera really regained her memory?
For a moment, Jacob felt like he was back on that day five years ago. At that time, Xaviera had the same look in her eyes now—cold, desperate, resentful, and with a hint of unyielding determination.
His mind was in chaos at this moment, feeling panicked for the first time. Everyone's eyes were full of suspicion, as if they had discovered the secret he had been hiding for years.
He was a count from Yittaland. If the past were to be exposed, not only would he be ruined, but he would also lose his noble status, wealth, and freedom.
Fear filled his heart, Jacob dared not look up at Xaviera. He could only whisper, "Xaviera, I shouldn't have pushed you. It's my fault. I... I'll take my leave."
Having said that, Jacob hurriedly left. Albert shouted loudly, "Mr. Powell, don't you want me to treat Miss Quinn anymore?"
