[Ellie's P.O.V]
I guessed it right, and sure enough, less than half an hour after this group of people left, Carlisle walked in.
"Madam Ellie, we meet again," Carlisle smiled, but whether it was genuine or fake, it was evident at a glance. He held a black cloth in his hands.
I remained expressionless, even furrowing my brows. Because the current me shouldn't remember being called Ellie, or perhaps, not even know who I am. To avoid revealing any flaws, I had to pretend to be ignorant.
I looked at Carlisle in confusion, "I don't know who I am, and I've never seen you before."
As I am now, for these people, past memories should be like a blank sheet of paper. If I acknowledged, it would be like adding ink to that paper, making it impossible to gain their trust.
