Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 838:

“Right now, the most important thing is for you to get your healthy body back. Let me use hypnotherapy to help you regain your memory.

I need those memories to dig deeper so we can find the shady organization and wipe out this threat hanging over our family once and for all.” Marissa carefully watched Paul’s expression and asked, “Dad, can you face your fears and let me use hypnotherapy to help you recover those lost memories?”

“I can!” Paul replied, his voice filled with determination. “For my daughter, I can face any fear. I’ll do whatever you ask.”

When Marissa heard his words, her heart overflowed with emotion. Truly, the love of family could be a powerful source of strength.

For more than a decade, her father had been paralyzed by his fears, unable to confront the memories he had buried deep within. But today, he showed bravery she had never seen before.

A smile of joy spread across her face as she reached into her bag and handed something to Paul. “Dad, take a look at this.”

photo from twenty-two years ago. It was a snapshot of a younger, passionate Brian and Caylee, caught amid a love affair that was as intense as

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seemed like a match made in heaven. With their charm and talent, they turned heads wherever they went,

Marissa had intended to restore it as a gift for her mother, but before she could return it, fate stepped

yet to recover his memory, to stare blankly at the woman in the photo, maybe even ask who she was. Marissa was ready to explain,

surprise. The moment Paul laid eyes on the photo, his face lit up with recognition. “Caylee?” he exclaimed, his voice full of

you haven’t regained your memory yet. How did you recognize Mom?” Paul clutched the photo, his eyes studying every detail, growing more excited by the

she replied softly. “That’s Mom, the woman you

Those are my real memories.” Paul’s

“Marissa,”

nostalgic, “Remember how I told you about that recurring dream? The one where I have a beautiful wife and two wonderful

mother, and she’s even named Caylee. I’ve loved her so deeply that each time I wake up, I feel an ache in my chest as her image slips