Chapter 879

She seemed to recall something, nodding hesitantly before mumbling, "It was me who gave Dad his name..."

Hayes didn't think Teresa was hiding anything from him; instead, he figured she was just saddened by old memories.

Uncomfortable, Teresa took a sip of orange juice before continuing, "Dad really can't remember anything. He doesn't even know I'm his daughter. We even did a paternity test to be sure.

To protect myself, I had him wear a mask, got rid of his distinctive birthmark, and somehow managed to fix his sense of smell that he'd lost.

The reason I gained weight was because after I got shot, my health took a turn. The doctors had me on a ton of medication and hormones. I was also terrified someone would recognize me, so I just kept eating to comfort myself.

But you know what's the weirdest part? Dad can't remember a thing-sometimes trying to recall the past even gives him migraines.

The symptoms are obvious, but he doesn't even realize he's lost his memory. Not a single doubt!"

Hayes, trying to look wise beyond his years, stroked his chin. His eyes, bright as grapes, were filled with worry and determination.

"It's all because of the chip," he said.

"I thought so too! That chip is the root of all this! Hayes, is there any way to fix it, to get rid of the chip?"

Hayes looked lost and a little forlorn. He turned to Teresa, despair flickering in his gaze.

"Teresa, there isn't a perfect solution. If we try to force the chip out of Dad's brain, it'll kill him instantly."

her mind conjuring up a nightmare image of her father dying right in

are we supposed to do? Every time Dad sees Mom, he gets those

Teresa's tears, his voice soft. "Don't panic. The chip can't be removed, but that doesn't mean there's nothing we

hope sparking in her eyes. "There's still a

Mom because a memory suppression program was implanted. That program wipes

or he tries to remember the

the chip, so Dad won't

eyes red at the

flash drive,"

drive?" Teresa echoed,

flash drive controls the program running on

find it

second. "It

yesterday—nothing. I went back and looked over the contract Maurice was just a middleman in this project, making money by

the developer is?" Teresa

his

Teresa felt

endlessly, leaving her helpless

we

are we supposed to

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