Chapter 501

Sylvia Lloyd drifted in and out of consciousness, the image of that man fading further and further from her mind until he was gone completely.

...

Hospital.

When Sylvia finally woke up, her head was pounding like someone had swung a baseball bat at her.

"Ow... that hurts," she groaned.

She tried to lift her hand to rub her temples, but before she could, a pair of hands -wrapped in bandages-gently but firmly grabbed hers.

A man's deep, gravelly voice sounded by her bedside, strained with worry and something almost like anger. "So you know it hurts now? Stop moving around!"

Sylvia blinked, disoriented. She turned her head slowly, staring at the man in shock.

Then, suddenly, she screamed.

"Ah! Who are you? Why are you touching me?!”

"What... did you say?" the man muttered, stunned. His jaw clenched and a vein popped out on his forehead as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

Sylvia shrank back under the covers, clutching them to her chest.

Her scream brought people running from the hallway.

rushed in, led by Tristan Garcia-his glare

Naomi in the

these people? Why am

froze, mouths agape, not knowing what

Sylvia tightly, bursting into tears. "Oh, honey,

Garcia quickly called for

The car accident had been bad besides cuts and bruises, her head had slammed

scans showed no serious brain

Rupert Garcia's presence was ice-cold and intimidating, as if

pale, pleading eyes. A memory flashed-her desperate voice begging him once before:

locked

looks like

slowly, "Given

some memory loss. . she's

do you fix it?" Rupert's voice

hesitated, startled by Rupert's intense denial. It was like watching someone go about their routine after a tornado had blown their house away-outwardly

repeated, gently, "She's lost her

illness, there's a

Chris fell silent.

else picked up on Rupert's

whispered, trembling, "Mom,

turned cold and

what did you

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