After mulling over it for a few seconds, Vicky nodded.Despite his memory loss, Vicky knew Tyler would find out everything he wanted to know.Spotting Tyler's demanding gaze, the doctor forced himself to speak, "I initially thought it was the car accident that caused Mister Hart's memory loss, but…judging from the situation now, it seems my initial diagnosis was wrong."Vicky's eyes flickered. "Your initial diagnosis was wrong?"The doctor nodded seriously. "The fact that Mister Hart had two memory losses in such a short period meant that it wasn't the car crash that caused it." He glanced at Tyler and continued in a whisper, "I'm beginning to suspect he has…dissociative disorder.""Dissociative disorder? What's that?" asked the shocked Vicky."Dissociative disorder is a kind of mental illness, commonly known as…"Tyler was getting impatient. "Well, spit it out now."A jolt shot through the doctor's body. "It's commonly known as split personality disorder."The air in the room
Startled, Vicky quickly asked, "How should we treat it?""It takes a long time to treat mental illness, so you must be very patient. Also, he must not be subjected to any more triggers. If my guess is right, his memory loss this time was brought about by a trigger," explained the doctor.Vicky hung her head low out of shame. "You're right. He did get triggered."The doctor sighed. "Missus Hart, that's the worst thing you can do to a patient with mental illness.""I know now, and I promise I won't do it again," said Vicky in a small voice.The doctor nodded. "I'll draw up a treatment plan; we'll start treatment as soon as Mister Hart's condition has stabilized.""Thank you.""There's no need to thank me. I'm just doing my job."The doctor left with Harry.As soon as the door closed, Vicky looked at Tyler, who was still leaning against the headboard.'No wonder he has been looking at me weirdly… He lost his memory again!'"Can… Can you tell me what you remember?" Vicky asked w
"There's no wedding photo or any photo of us together in this room." Tyler looked around. "And the doctor said my memory loss is a coping mechanism for when I'm experiencing something particularly painful. I didn't think my childhood was especially traumatic." His eyes fell on Vicky's face. "So that leaves only you…"It felt weird for Vicky to hear Tyler calmly analyzing his condition, but she had to admit—he was still as sharp as ever, even though he was suffering from some memory loss. It was no wonder she could not escape from him, try as she did. 'He's a monster, alright,' she thought."What made our relationship go sour?" Tyler asked suddenly.Vicky hung her head low to avert his gaze. "It was because of me…and I'm sorry."Tyler frowned. He was about to ask her another question when Vicky beat him to it."You haven't fully recovered, so you shouldn't think so much. We can talk about all of this when you're feeling a bit better."She stood up. "You must be hungry, right? I'll
Vicky told Tyler about the type of wedding dress she dreamed of.It happened so long ago that she had forgotten all about it. She would not have remembered the incident if she had not seen the drawing.She held up the drawing and looked at it in a trance when someone hugged her from behind. Immediately after, Tyler's cold, deep voice rang into her ear."Do you like it?"Vicky half-turned her face to him. "You remembered?""You always look like you have stars in your eyes whenever you talk about this," said Tyler before softly kissing her ear. "How could I ever forget?""Is this for…""We didn't have a wedding, let alone wedding photos. I plan to make it up to you by having one.""Tyler, you don't need—"She was cut off by Tyler's kiss. She instinctively tried to break free, but he held her head firmly in place with one hand and circled his free arm around her waist to keep her trapped.He finally let her go when he saw she was about to suffocate. His blue eyes became even dar
Vicky's lashes fluttered. A few moments later, she summoned the courage to meet his gaze and said, "Tyler, I'm not trying to hide the past. I just didn't know how to put everything into words."She took a deep breath and continued, "Five years ago, we broke up. I initiated it and gave up on you. You...had a tough time adjusting to the breakup. You suffered for a long time. We still broke up, and you resented me for it. Our marriage is nothing but your way of retaliating. After getting married, we tortured one another, and things were bad. Not long ago, you even proposed to divorce me... Tyler, our relationship isn't as pure and beautiful as you remember it to be." Tears welled in her eyes. "You only refuse to remember those things because they were too painful."During this period, Vicky frequently communicated with a psychiatrist, who explained that selective amnesia was a way of self-protection and self-escape.Vicky secretly went to Tyler's residence and found some unopened medic
Two hours later, the door to the hypnosis room opened.Vicky hurriedly approached the doctor. "Doctor, how did Tyler do?""The hypnosis was successful, but we'll have to wait for Mister Hart to wake up to find out if it's effective."Vicky glanced inside the room and asked, "Is he asleep?"The doctor nodded and softly advised, "Mister Hart now trusts you the most, Missus Hart. You must spend more time with him and reduce any potential contact with stimuli. For patients with depression, companionship and care are crucial."Vicky fell silent for a few seconds and replied, "I understand.""He will wake up in a while. You can go in to be with him.""Okay." Vicky was about to enter the room when she remembered something and asked, "Doctor, based on his current condition...has he been suffering from depression for a long time?""You're correct," the doctor said. "This kind of condition is usually a result of long-term repression, depression, and low mood that accumulates over time...
Vicky was stunned, realizing that a part of her did not want Tyler to remember anything.They had an irreconcilable conflict, and she would not know how to face him should he remember the past.After resting in the room for a while, they walked out of the hypnosis room. As they stepped out, they ran into Harry coming their way."Mister Hart, Missus Hart," he greeted them respectfully before glancing at Tyler's expression and giving Vicky a careful look.Vicky understood what he was silently asking and gently shook her head.Harry looked disappointed.If anyone wanted Tyler to recover his memories, it was undoubtedly Harry. There was a lot of work at the Hart Corporation, and Tyler's amnesia was greatly affecting the company's operations.Seeing Harry's dilemma, Vicky asked softly, "Harry, what's wrong?""The rumors about Mister Hart's amnesia have somehow spread, and there are many speculations. Mister Hart is also taking his time to appear. Competitors and partners have heard
"It's fine," Tyler said calmly. "We've looked into everything that we can find, and we won't find anything else even if we keep digging. We'll only alert the others by doing so."Vicky knew that running from one's problems would not solve anything.After a few thoughtful moments, Vicky looked up. "Why don't I come along?"Tyler stared at her intently.Worried that he might misunderstand, she explained, "I might not know as many people as Harry, but I've been to parties with you and met these people a few times. Maybe I can help—"Tyler spoke, "You don't have to explain yourself. I trust you."Vicky's gaze flickered.It had been a long time since she heard the word 'trust' from Tyler's lips. In the past, he would have surely doubted if she accompanied him to the company with any other motives, but he seemed to have changed after the amnesia.Tyler held her hand. "Let's go."...The conference room was filled with people, and every director had come to attend the meeting.Due