My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1967

Hendrix seemed to have finished looking through the medical reports as he put the tablet down and turned to look at me. "Miss Reid, you're one of a kind as well. You're obviously upset, yet you're forcing yourself to smile."

I was speechless.

There was an awkward silence between us.

We stared at each other for a few seconds. I lost this impromptu staring contest. His cone of shamelessness was unbreakable. "Think what you like," I admitted defeat.

Hendrix didn't take advantage of my admission of defeat, which was very rare. Of course, it wasn't out of kindness, but because the attending doctor had just entered the office.

As soon as the doctor came in, he placed a thick medical report on the table in front of Hendrix.

"In summary, Miss Reid's physical condition is rather good. There are a few minor problems that need recuperating. As for..."

"Get to the point." Hendrix didn't give the doctor the chance to continue babbling.

The doctor was very familiar with Hendrix and dared not upset him. He then put on a serious face.

"Miss Reid's loss of memory is probably due to her brain having been cut off from oxygen for an extended period of time, resulting in the damage of the hippocampus. According to the medical report, the possibility of her recovering her memory isn't very high."

before looking at Hendrix and spoke

hold you accountable,"

both of you were involved in the accident six years ago, your conditions are very different. All is good with Mr. Roberts'

gleamed with malice. His aura turned colder

was taken aback

only appeared in

field. It's mostly used to ease a patient's emotions..." The doctor pushed his glasses up on his nose. He had a serious expression on his face. "As everyone knows, hypnosis works wonders for memory, which can be the solution to Mr. Roberts' case. However, I'm not a

out, looking to

space, not saying anything else.

deep thought. His face was blank while

didn't dare to provoke him right now.

He stood up and took my

driving for some distance, Hendrix whispered, "Is there anything

you saying that I

with you, Mr. Roberts? I think it's better for you to decide." Suddenly, I thought of something. "Aren't we

didn't answer. He took a turn and pulled

car. "How lonely it is for Wynn to

I'm doing" look on

could I not

their own thoughts and feelings. We left him all alone at home. He had to be very