The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 226

Chapter 226: Memory Lost

Christopher POV

The words hit me like a physical blow.

Angela, it's me, Christopher, I said, leaning closet. "Don't you recognize me?"

She shook her head slightly, then winced at the movement. Her fingers clutched the white hospital sheets as confusion clouded her

eyes.

How was this possible? She'd only fallen-hit her head on the marble floor. Damn Jack for not reporting the severity immediately. A simple fall shouldn't cause memory loss.

"Ah!

Angela attempted to sit up, only to gasp in pain.

"Don't move," I said, gently pressing her shoulders back against the pillow. "You're injured. You need to rest."

"Where am I? What happened to me?"

"You're in a hospital. Do you remember why you came here? To my island?"

She closed her eyes, clearly trying to force the memories to surface. After several moments, her face contorted in pain.

"My head... it hurts so much when I try to remember."

"Don't push yourself," I said, reaching for a tissue to gently dab at the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead.

She looked so vulnerable, so different from the strong, defiant woman I knew her to be.

"I want every test done immediately," I told Jack. " I don't care who's waiting, Angela goes first."

"Yes, sir. I'll arrange it now."Jack nodded, already pulling out his phone.

When they wheeled her bed toward radiology, I walked alongside, refusing to leave her.

man she'd run from. I

the time all

the best private suite the hospital offered, exhaustion finally claiming

tucking it

"we'll have the complete results by morning. We're

nodded, not taking my eyes

dinner. Perhaps you should get some rest, sir. I can stay with

replied coldly.

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Chapter 226 Memory Lost

they left, I settled into the chair beside Angela's bed, watching

sleep, she was

on me. Angela had come here to rescue Shaw, ly to lose her memory of him of everything. Including the fact

she never chase me. I would ensure she never went back to

A chance to define our

at the sound of footsteps.

low. "There's no need to check on us. I don't

light filtered through the blinds when the

form. "The memory loss appears to be trauma-induced amnesia from the

she recover?" I

doctor's response was exactly what I'd hoped to hear. "It's difficult to say. This type of amnesia can be temporary, resolving in days or weeks. But in some cases, it can persist much longer,

surroundings might help trigger her memory. Places, objects, people she knows well-these could all serve as

him, already calculating how

with the doctor, I found Angela awake and arguing with my security

leave," she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation. "There's

respectfully but firmly. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Mr.

behind the

widening slightly as they

doctor about

frowned, clearly frustrated. "I need to go. Please

is it you need to do?"

mouth to answer, then stopped. Confusion swept across her face as she realized she couldn't remember seemed so urgent

feel like there's something critical I'm

t had