When Lucian noticed how she no longer seemed as angry, he reassured her, "I'll contact other doctors to see if there are any other treatment options available. I won't have to suffer this pain forever."Calista had yet to let go of her anger. But she was now more preoccupied with her thoughts, leaving her rather absentminded. If it were as simple as he claimed it to be, Paul wouldn't have come all this way."Paul, if his illness continues to be left untreated, what's going to happen to him?""You'll probably have to keep him on a leash. Otherwise, he'll get lost if he goes out. He won't be able to find his way back. With his memory deteriorating, he won't be able to do math. He'll stutter when he speaks and he won't be able to walk in a straight line. In short, there's a high probability he'll end up like an Alzheimer's patient."Calista was rendered speechless.Lucian frowned. "What are you talking about?" Alzheimer's was something casually mentioned to dismiss him. "Callie, it's
Seconds after the message was sent, Hugo video-called her. Calista picked up and stared at him. "Dad…"The middle-aged man on her screen scrutinized her as he eagerly asked, "What's going on, Calista? Why are you suddenly asking about doctors? Are you feeling sick? Are you looking for a psychiatrist or a neurologist? They sound similar, but they treat different ailments."He spoke so quickly that Calista struggled to get a word in. "It's not for me. It's for Lucian.""Oh." Hugo's anxiety bled away on hearing her words. It was clear from his expression that he didn't think it was that big of a deal. "What's wrong with him? Why does he need two doctors? Is he so rich that he's suffering from an illness no one else is dealing with?"Calista briefly explained Lucian's situation to him. After listening to her, he gave it some thought before saying, "I'll ask around.""Thanks, Dad." She then asked a few more questions about his health. Before they hung up the call, Hugo suddenly said,
David's efficiency was exceptional. It only took him five days to rescue Hannah from the abusive man. After consulting her, a list of suitable families who had visited the orphanage within the past month was quickly compiled.That man had long grown tired of her. When she was still living with Cailyn, he hardly ever saw her, nor did he have to spend a dime on her. All had been well and good. But now, with Cailyn dead, he was desperate to get rid of her. Despite several attempts to abandon her, the police always brought her back.When David offered to take Hannah away, the abusive man demanded 100 thousand dollars from him in exchange.Although Calista had no idea how the matter was resolved, she knew that no money was handed over. All she heard was that the man eventually begged David to take Hannah away.David sent Calista the adoption list. "Mr. Northwood wants you to make the decision, Madam."She was working when she received the list. Glancing at it cursorily, she didn't find
"I've performed some simple hypnosis on Mr. Northwood to help him sort out his memories, and his headaches have been somewhat alleviated. "My preliminary conclusion is that apart from the influence of the drugs, the cause of his headaches and disorientation is due to the memories that were forcibly implanted. The false memories are getting jumbled up with the real ones, and it'll only continue to get worse as time passes," Jamison said.As he droned on about what had happened to Lucian, he used a variety of complex jargon that Calista didn't understand. Yet, it didn't affect her understanding of what he was saying."Can those two sets of memories be separated then? So that he knows what's real and what isn't." Jamison shook his head."Memories are mysterious things. They can't be seen or touched. No one, safe for him, can accurately distinguish real from fake. They're very malleable as well. "Memories are used as a pivot to generate imaginary scenarios. Mr. Northwood can no lo
Yara continued to grumble about Lucian until she got to the car. Why was a grown man so nosy? He was already 30 but he acted like a child who couldn't stop tattling.Unfortunately, he was also Calista's ill husband. She couldn't even chastise him. The situation left her feeling frustrated. What she needed right now was to relax.Her phone rang, momentarily distracting her. Yara checked the caller ID and saw that it was one of her disreputable friends. It was such a nice coincidence that someone was offering themselves up to her unprompted. She picked up the call. "Where should we meet? My treat.""Huh?"The man had called her up to borrow some money and hadn't expected Lady Luck to be on his side at all. He answered excitedly, "We'll go wherever you want, Ms. Yara."Yara gave it some thought. "Luminary Lounge?"Timothy's face immediately surfaced in her mind as soon as she said these words. She shuddered and hastily changed her mind. "No. Let's go somewhere else. Are there any
Yara was at a loss for words but was beyond "thankful" for the opportunity. Now that she knew that it was Timothy, she stiffly turned her head back around. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approaching. Then, the seat next to her dipped down slightly. Timothy sat down and his familiar scent filled her nostrils. Yara involuntarily straightened up and acted like a well-behaved student who had been called upon in class.The man sounded amused as he spoke in a low tone, "Yarizzle?"Yara shot him a mocking smile. "Yara. Not Yarizzle…"There was no way she was going to let him call her Yaya. He was a master at being sarcastic and settling scores. If she allowed him to refer to her in such a casual manner, he would be coming for her the next day.Timothy raised a brow. There was a faint smile playing on his lips. "How about Lil' Y?"Yara was so mad she was seeing red. "Who are you calling Lil' Y, you…" She was about to cuss him out but quickly stopped herself. "What are you doi
Timothy had originally been facing the car window. After hearing what Yara had to say, he turned around to look at her. "Are you sure I'm the one toying with you, and not the other way around?"There was an unclear emotion hidden in his narrowed eyes. He reached out and lightly brushed his fingertips across her face."Did you forget that you have a boyfriend, Yaya? Shouldn't you be steering clear of activities that would make you look bad?"Yara already felt bad about what happened tonight. But now that he was mentioning it, she felt even more guilty."Tonight was just a misunderstanding. I didn't know they would arrange for any of that…""My legs feel weak. I can't walk straight." Timothy took the opportunity to dictate his terms.She was left with no other choice but to help him upstairs. The moment the door opened, he pressed her against the door and wrapped his arms around her waist. His lips hovered near her neck. "Yaya…" he whispered, his warm breath brushing against her.
Selena was startled awake upon hearing those words. She gasped heavily for breath and opened her eyes, only to find herself lying in bed. It was just a dream.The fear of the failed surgery lingered in her heart, causing it to pound in anxiety. Her mind was still consumed by those horrific words even after waking up. Selena fumbled around for her phone. As she was doing so, the bedroom door swung open. Henry walked in and said solemnly, "He's dead…"Upon hearing his words, the color drained from Selena's face. She felt like her world had collapsed. She stared at Henry. Her face was pale, and she looked shocked. "D—Dead?"Henry was frightened by Selena's expression. He walked toward the bed and sat down. He held her hand and said, "Why are you so frightened?"Selena had always taken good care of herself. So she looked very good despite her age. Her fingertips, which were soft and supple, trembled uncontrollably.She clutched his sleeve tightly and gazed at him with a frightened e