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."

the subsequent examination, Brittany

doctor. "When will my

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

could be a matter of months or it could

the office, Yuri contacted his butler. "Get Dr. Peter on the line.

you want to proceed with the Memory Reinforcement Therapy

world-renowned psychologist, known for

forgotten everything. Maybe it's

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

but couldn't help thinking of the Salter family, who had endured so much loss.

Daniel with them. Whatever they ask

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

sighed deeply before

His brother was missing, and

he received the news that

had been

the news, as if all his senses had been extinguished. He could not hear anything, only feeling a gaping void where his heart should be, numb to the pain. The chilling wind howled, echoing