Chapter 2 Memory Loss
Emery asked, “Will Graciela ever get her memories back?”
The doctor replied, “It’s hard to say. Try to get her to talk to
people she knows from the past and put her in a familiar
environment. It might help to jog her memories.”
As Emery pushed open the room door, Graciela was enjoying
her favorite strawberry cake in bed while watching a variety
show.
She had lost all memories of the past five years. In her mind, she
was still that carefree nineteen–year–old girl.
She was indeed a lucky girl, with three outstanding brothers, all
doting on her to the core.
Emery, her eldest brother, had started from scratch and was
already one of the world’s top fifty wealthiest people at such a
young age.
Morton Ferguson, her second brother, was an award–winning actor with great singing skills. Though he was a superstar with millions of fans, he had always been hopeless around her, doing
whatever she said.
Michael Ferguson, her third brother, was a talented scholar
with an IQ exceeding 200. Admitted by several top–notch universities around the world, he was currently abroad,
conducting academic research.
During those nineteen years, she had been living happily under their meticulous care.
At the age of nineteen, she hadn’t met Lamar, nor had she fallen
out with them because of him.
“Grace,” Emery called out to her.
Upon seeing him, Graciela immediately threw herself into his
arms and rubbed her head against his chest cutely.
“Emery, you’re back. What did the doctor say?”
After a pause, Emery said, “Your results are perfectly fine, and
your memory loss might be psychological.
“Grace, can’t you remember anything from the past five years at
all?
“Do you remember Lamar?”
Graciela blinked.
“Lamar? Who’s that? It’s so weird–my heart aches when I hear this time.”
Taking a deep breath, Emery said sternly, “Listen to me very carefully, Grace.
“Lamar is the biggest jerk in the world. He played with your
feelings, and it was because of him that you ran out in the middle of the night and had a car accident. Most importantly, he doesn’t care about you at all. What happened has already happened. From now on, you can never see him again!”
Startled by his sullen expression, Graciela nodded through tears.
“Alright. Lamar is the biggest jerk in the world–duly noted. I promise I won’t see him again.”
Emery stroked her head and smiled, satisfied with her response.
“That’s my little sister. Michael and Morton have something to do, and they’ll go back to see you as soon as they’re done.”
She nodded obediently.
Emery turned around and sighed silently, thinking, “It’s been
ages since Grace acted so obedient.
“It’s all that jerk’s fault. She was so smitten with him that she’d
rather have a total fallout with us just to be with him.
“I swear that I’ll protect her this time. Over my dead body will I let her see that bastard again.”
Meanwhile, in the Arellano’s house, Lamar was looking at several bodyguards standing in front of him, his gaze darkening.
“Have you found out where Graciela is?”
“Mr. Arellano, she seems to be recuperating at Otterberg Central Hospital…”
Graciela was hurt?
Lamar frowned. Without hesitation, he picked up his coat and left the door.
As he rushed over to Otterberg Central Hospital, his secretary
wa
Curtis Espinoza located her ward. Frowning, he walked
upstairs.
Meanwhile, he thought, “Why didn’t Graciela come to me after
she was hurt?
“She’s got no one but me in Otterberg to lean on. Who’s there to
take care of her?
“We’re divorced, but it’s still the fact that we were together for
five years. I’ll never stand by and do nothing when something happens to her.
“Doesn’t she know what? How stupid!”
“Sorry, but you can’t go inside.””
A deep voice snapped him out of it.
He looked up, only to see a tall, handsome man looking at him warily.
“Who are you?”
His frown deepened as his gaze fell upon the thermal food container in the man’s hand–apparently, the man was here to visit Graciela.
He thought, “Who’s this guy? Is he someone Graciela knows?
“She actually has friends in Otterberg than I don’t know of?”
A vague restlessness unsettled him.
“It doesn’t matter. You just need to know that Grace doesn’t
wanna see you. Leave. And don’t bother showing up again.”
Emery looked at Lamar and said bluntly.
Lamar’s gaze darkened at once.
“Grace? Are you close to her?”
Emery lifted his chin, looking utterly proud.
“Of course. I’m way closer to her than you. Now, get lost. Seeing you will upset her.”
With that, Emery pushed open the door and entered the ward.
