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 ordeal and the subsequent examination, Brittany soon fell

out the doctor. "When will my daughter

himself to break the news to Brittany about Isaac's accident upon her awakening.

"Mr. Lynette, it could be a matter of months or it

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

the Memory Reinforcement Therapy for Ms.

Peter was a world-renowned psychologist, known for his expertise

forgotten everything. Maybe it's best to start

gone, an unchangeable reality. Rather than having Brittany suffer from the memories later, it

couldn't help thinking of the Salter family, who had endured so much loss. "Mr. Lynette, what about

to keep Daniel with them. Whatever

pressuring the police to extend their search for

sighed deeply before finally

worry. His brother

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

had been

heard the news, as if all his senses had been extinguished. He could not hear anything, only feeling a gaping void