Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 418 418: Help her live it all again

Jessica blinked her eyes again, trying to adjust to the light. Her gaze was unfocused at first, wandering around the room, trying to make sense of her surroundings.

But the more she looked, the more she felt contradicting memories clashing through her brain.

Her gaze trailed over to Davis, but at one moment he felt familiar and at another unfamiliar.

She felt comfortable with him around as though it was a sight she longed to behold.

The next minute she felt repulsed because, searching through her memory, his face was unfamiliar with no record of conversation between them.

Jessica shook her head lightly as though that could fix everything going on in her head.

Davis leaned closer, his hand trembling as he brushed her cheek. "Babe, can you hear me?" he probed, his heart thudding in his chest at a fast pace.

As though she hadn't heard him, Jessica's gaze continually scanned the surroundings, her brows furrowed with confusion, her lips moved, a faint murmur escaping, but no clear words came.

"Ethan," Davis called, his voice anxious. "Get the doctor immediately."

At the sound of his voice, Jessica's eyes shifted toward him again until they found his, and a faint flicker of recognition shone briefly, but the next moment it dimmed.

Seeing that flicker of expression and how it faded, Davis felt his heart lurch with fear. Tears blurred his vision, but he didn't care.

"Babe… you…" His voice cracked, but his words paused as the door was pushed open from outside.

Davis's gaze shifted to the door, the Dean and her attending doctor came inside. Davis carefully stepped out of the way, letting them check on her.

After the doctors examined the essential indicators, a nurse was signaled and she brought forward a glass of warm water.

With the machines taken off her, the doctors sighed with relief.

Carefully, Jessica was helped to sit up on the bed, the pillow placed behind her to rest her back.

Davis took the glass from her hand and came forward to help Jessica drink, but she recoiled from him.

"Where's Richard?" Her voice came out as a whisper that Davis had to incline his head to her lips to hear her.

Davis's hand paused briefly, a bitter feeling swelling up his heart. "What's your own name?" she asked, snapping Davis out of his thoughts.

"W…hat…? D…on't…" he started.

Jessica rubbed her brow. "My recollection seems chaotic," she murmured, as though giving an explanation.

But the next word left Davis helpless. "Ask Richard to come over with the last quarter report and prepare for my discharge," she instructed weakly.

"Babe, you can't be discharged at the moment. You still have to be observed."

looked at him. "Who exactly are

uncertainty. He had his doubts that the Jessica before him

her brain had been messed up because she had slept too long. But

Davis clipped, frustration laced into his

are making a mistake. I

doctor and the Dean. "What is wrong with her? She

rested gently on his shoulder, his expression heavy with sympathy.

do

of view…" The Dean

breath cut short from his lungs, his

carefully. "With further tests, we'll determine the

voice broke. "Doctor…it's not… not the memories of our life together, right? She hasn't

answer enough. "It's too

by his side as the memories of his days of waiting by her side came crashing down

staggered as he backed away till his back hit the solid face of

ounce of the pain

with the loss of some

sank into the chair

to lose every

so terrible that

bowed his head into his hands, whispering brokenly, What

Davis spent more time with her before he

happening?" Davis's voice was

complexity of her accident…the blood loss, oxygen deprivation, prolonged unconsciousness…it

tightened. "What do we

be gradual. Sometimes fragments return in days, sometimes weeks. She will need time

time in the Dean's office. By the time he stepped out, he had a strong

long it takes, he will wait for her to recall and also create

into a private ward, carefully arranged by Davis himself. Elder Allen arrived quickly after hearing the news, his face

Matilda to inform her, and sent for Richard, who would help with Jessica's

~Next Day~

awake, she blinked her eyes trying to adjust to the bright light of the ward; this time she felt more refreshed and stronger

the room trying to make sense of her surroundings

why she was in the hospital and when she came

her hand to her head. "What the hell is…." her words paused mid speech at soft murmuring of a

turned her head, snapped towards her side and the sight made her

brows furrowed. "Why… are there so

their faces, some faces she knew, others felt like strangers, seeing them all crowding her ward… Jessica was

the number of unfamiliar faces more than the familiar, Jessica had questions racing through her

"Who are they?"

am I

like I'm forgetting so many