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...Anderson's face grew hard the moment he stepped into the private lounge and sighted her. Without a word, he occupied the seat opposite her, ignoring her when she stood up and hi'd him. Snapping her lips shut, Gabriella lowered herself to the seat. "What about Renard?" Anderson inquired bristly. With a hand signal, she sent back the waitress that was walking towards their table; realizing Anderson wasn't going to stay as long as she thought. Not only did she take hours to convince him to meet her, but she also booked a private lounge last minute as that was the only place he accepted to talk to her at. Gabby didn't want all that effort to go to waste. With the look on Anderson's face, she knew he would rather be anywhere but there with her. "Uh, well... Renard is.." Anderson arched a brow, crossing his arms, "Did you lie to get me to come here?" "It's not a lie, but I was hoping I could tell you something first." "Spill." Gabriella gulped, adjusting the hoodie cap to hide

***With her eyes on her laptop, Katherine picked up her coffee cup to have a sip but realized ruefully that it was empty. She threw her head back and took off the neck massage, the headphones came next before she lightly massaged the area with her fingertips. She glanced at the time and realized she had been seated in front of her device for almost an hour. She sighed, switched off her laptop, and swiveled the chair around to get to her feet. She picked up the coffee cup and walked to the maker to refill her cup. She was halfway through when Hope dashed in, she head straight to the study desk and fished a file from it. "I forgot this," she told Katherine, before sitting to take off her shoes. "I told you wearing heels was a bad idea," Katherine reminded her.She nodded, "had a second thought in the car." Briskly, Hope replaced the heels with a pair of sneakers and turned to Katherine to show herself, she replied her gesture with a thumb up. "I'll see you when I return. Don't m

Anderson's heart crushed into a million pieces when he caught a glimpse of Katherine's body on the hospital bed, words failed him as his eyes stayed glued on her, his knees weakening at the horrible sight. "Please step out for a while, mister," a nurse walked up to him, shutting the door as he dragged his feet out. Anderson buried his face in his palm, trying to steady his breathing with the remaining sanity left in him. The sight was gory, something he wished to never encounter again. Staring at her, the amount of pain she must have passed through, was a mere imagination for him. He could only imagine the amount of pain she must have passed through before she eventually passed out. In his mind were millions of questions. In his heart, pieces that he wasn't willing to mend together just yet. Only his vocals were gradually recovering from the shock and it confirmed to him that he wasn't in a nightmare. "Mr. Riecke," Anderson raised his head to see Peter being wheeled on a stretcher

***Renard grumbled under his breath before burying his face into his pillow, grudgingly bearing the pain from the subtle contact on his aching legs. He mumbled, shutting his eyes as the agonizing memory revisited his head, and it was even more painful because he knew who Anderson was talking about, the reason why he hit him multiple times to unconsciousness and just knowing he was suffering this much because of her annoyed him. "It's done, Mr. Renard, should I get your shots ready?" The nurse asked. He had only spent a day in the hospital and the moment he regained consciousness, he asked to be discharged. The thought of being confined to a hospital bed was unpleasant and Renard never imagined himself being in a position like that. Due to his unshaken resistance, he had to be discharged early from the hospital and a nurse was assigned to take care of him.He would rather be bedridden and suffering in his own space, than in the presence of many unknown people in a place he didn't f

***"Localized dissociative amnesia?" Anderson repeated. "Yes, something like that. From the CT scan and the few examinations we did on her, we discovered that she never suffered anything like it in the past, but she had some emotional traumas that possibly triggered the condition, coupled with the accident. Currently, she cannot remember the event around these traumas and will act as though they never happened. Like she did before these activities took place." "A memory loss?" Xavier asked."Exactly. It might take a while for her to regain these memories, days, months or even years, it depends on the amount of treatment she gets and how serious her condition is." Anderson nodded, now realizing why she addressed him in that manner. She forgot they were divorced. "What about the baby? Will she not remember it too?""Yes, possibly. She will once she starts to get her memory back. For now, you all shouldn't make her feel weird or act like she's passing through a memory loss. Whatever