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.”

carefully pulled out an old, faded photo from twenty-two years ago. It was a snapshot of a younger, passionate

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epitome of youth and beauty, a dazzling couple that seemed like a match made in heaven. With their charm and talent, they turned heads wherever they

her mother, Caylee. After all these years, the picture had become worn and yellowed. Marissa had intended to restore it as a gift for her mother, but before she could return it,

herself for his reaction, expecting her father, who had 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, to

took Marissa by surprise. The moment Paul laid eyes on the photo, his face lit up with recognition.

was taken aback. “Dad, you haven’t regained your memory yet. How did you recognize Mom?” Paul clutched the photo, his eyes

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

are my real memories.” Paul’s voice trembled

“Marissa,”

told you about that recurring dream? The one where I have

exactly like your mother, and she’s even named Caylee. I’ve loved her so