Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 44

Norah’s Perspective

The piercing siren of the ambulance cut sharply through the stillness around us.

I dropped to my knees, my eyes locked on Damian, who lay motionless and unconscious right in front of me.

“Clear the way! What’s the condition of the victim?” The paramedics hurried over, their movements quick and practiced as they assessed his injuries.

“He… he was hit by a car while protecting me,” I managed to say, my voice shaking uncontrollably with fear and guilt.

“Are you family? We’ll need you to come with us to the hospital for paperwork,” one of them asked urgently.

All attention turned to me.

My lips trembled as I finally forced the words out, “I… I am.”

There was no other option—I had to go with him in the ambulance.

Once inside the hospital, the sterile, overpowering scent of disinfectant in the ER hallway made my stomach churn.

Leaning against the cold, hard wall, my thoughts spiraled in chaos.

Damian had risked himself to save me. Despite everything he had done before, this time he had truly put his own body on the line for my sake.

That realization weighed heavily on me, like an enormous boulder pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Time blurred until finally, the ER doors swung open.

“Are you the patient’s family?” a doctor asked, pulling off his mask.

I nodded quickly. “How is he?”

“The patient was struck by the car, suffering a fracture in his left leg. Thankfully, there’s no immediate threat to his life.”

Relief washed over me, but then the doctor’s expression grew serious.

“However, the CT scan revealed a cerebral hematoma pressing against a nerve. It appears to be an old injury. While this recent trauma wasn’t severe, it’s a secondary impact that could worsen his previous symptoms—particularly memory confusion.”

His words hit me like a blow.

“Doctor, are you saying… he already had amnesia?”

“Based on the scan, yes. And after this accident, the chances of his memory improving are even slimmer. We may see further decline.”

So Damian’s memory loss wasn’t just in my head—it was real.

***

A nurse guided me into the hospital room.

Damian was awake now, his left leg wrapped in a thick cast and elevated on a cushion.

When he spotted me, a bright smile spread across his face.

Gone was the paranoia and wildness I had seen before. Instead, his eyes held that innocent, almost foolish adoration I remembered from the early days of us.

“Norah, you came,” he said softly, reaching out a trembling hand.

I hesitated briefly, then stepped forward and let him take my hand.

“Norah, I saw you at the café. That woman… Katarina, wasn’t it?”

My body stiffened instantly.

“I remember her,” he continued, his voice slow as if dredging up distant memories. “Lucien’s first love. He once brought her to the old estate to meet Father. Everyone thought they’d get married.”

“She’s beautiful, but… the way she looked at Lucien—it wasn’t like a lover’s gaze. More like… admiring a rare collectible.”

His words confirmed everything Katarina had told me.

A wave of sorrow and suspicion crashed over my heart.

The love I thought I’d found was just another carefully woven lie.

The hope I clung to was nothing but a deeper deception.

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