The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Yuri's face transformed with concern. "Temporarily lost her memory?"

His gaze landed on Brittany, who was looking back at him with damp, wide eyes, so different from the Brittany he knew.

"I understand now."

Yuri asked the doctor to leave them alone. He took a deep breath, pulled a chair beside the bed, and reached out gently to Brittany.

"Don't...don't touch me!" Brittany recoiled in fear, causing the needle in the back of her hand to shift, a small trickle of blood reversing into the tube.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you," Yuri said, voice laced with a newfound caution. "Bri, calm down, it's me, Dad."

"Dad?"

Brittany blinked several times, repeating the word.

"Yes, it's me, your dad." Yuri's voice softened as he recounted stories from their past, pulling out a family photo from his wallet. "Look, Bri, we used to be a family. It's all my fault. I didn't protect you..." Brittany studied the photo intently, her guard slowly falling away as she recognized the truth in those captured moments. She wrapped her arms around Yuri. "Dad, it hurts. It hurts so much. I want to go home." Yuri was momentarily stunned. Their relationship had been mending over the days, but this level of affection from Brittany was new to him.

He quickly regained his composure. "Sweetheart, you need to get better here in the hospital. How about I make you some soup tonight? You always loved my soup, didn't you?"

In the presence of his only daughter, Yuri's usual pride melted into a tender warmth.

Brittany nodded obediently. "Okay."

subsequent examination, Brittany

out the doctor. "When

to Brittany about Isaac's accident upon her awakening. But he hadn't expected her

a matter of months or it could take years,

butler. "Get Dr. Peter on the line.

proceed with the Memory Reinforcement

Peter was a world-renowned psychologist, known

Maybe it's best

between Brittany and Isaac, but Isaac was gone, an unchangeable reality. Rather than

butler understood Yuri's decision but couldn't help thinking of the Salter family, who had

keep Daniel with them. Whatever they ask

he had done all he could, pressuring the police to extend their search for

deeply before finally

arrived in Craneville fraught with worry. His brother was missing, and his

estate, he received the news that the search had been called

had been declared

hear anything, only feeling a gaping void where his heart should be, numb to the pain. The chilling wind howled, echoing the