After hearing the news, Victoria almost rushed out the door.
Ignoring my bandaged leg, 1 struggled to get up and followed.
But just as I reached the intensive care unit on the second floor, I was stopped by several burly bodyguards.
“Sorry, Lady Victoria ordered that no one except her is allowed up.”
I had to stop. Being blocked at the end of the corridor, unable to see the end, uddenly felt colder than standing in the wind and snow.
I returned to my room, sitting on the bed edge, hands on my abdomen, never letting go.
I prayed that Ferris would wake up, not because I still loved him.
Just… I didn’t want to owe him.
I didn’t want any trace of “guilt” to fall on me for the rest of my life.
I don’t know how much time passed before someone knocked.
“Luna,” the bodyguard said respectfully, “Lady Victoria requests your presence.”
Istood up, calmly following him out of the room.
The second floor was indeed as Cynthia described – heavily guarded, the air itself oppressively tight. Besides Victoria, only bodyguards and medical staff could enter and exit.
“Luna is here.”
Victoria was standing at the room entrance, eyes red as if she had just cried, or perhaps never stopped.
She looked at me, voice hoarse: “Ferris said… he wants to see you.”
I nodded, stepping into the room.
The man on the bed lay motionless, his head and eyes tightly wrapped in bandages, barely recognizable in familiar contours.
Various instruments surrounded him, their beeping sounds like invisible needles piercing my heart.
I stood frozen in place, not daring to approach.
For some reason, the image of my mother’s death suddenly flashed through my mind – her lying weakly in the hospital room, opening her eyes to look at me. I was powerless then, only able to watch her die.
My throat felt dry, even breathing seemed blocked.
Suddenly, Ferris on the bed moved.
He slowly raised his hand, his lips cracked and pale, making an almost inaudible hoarse sound:
“Aurora…”
I stepped closer, suppressing my emotions: “I’m here.”
Hearing my voice, he seemed finally at peace, letting out a long breath like someone drowning finally surfacing.
Then he said something I never could have imagined.
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Chapter 230
“It hurts… Aurora.”
I was stunned.
Ferris, this r
man who never bowed his head, was actually acting spoiled.
While I was still in shock, he delivered another blow to my heart-
“Aurora, please make them go away… I don’t know them. You know I don’t like strangers.”
My breath caught, and I turned to Victoria: “What is he saying?”
Victoria’s eyes reddened, she didn’t speak.
The doctor quietly explained: “The car accident caused mild brain damage… the Alpha’s memory is partially damaged. He temporarily doesn’t remember anyone.”
“The first thing he said when he woke up was calling your name, saying he wanted to see you.”
I couldn’t believe it: “It–it can’t be…”
Before I finished speaking, Ferris on the bed suddenly yanked hard, forcibly pulling out several medical devices.
“Bang!”
He fell heavily to the floor.
Victoria was shocked: “Ferris-!”
“Don’t touch me!” Ferris roared, pushing away the doctor trying to help him, stumbling and groping blindly in the air.
“Aurora… where am I? I… I can’t see!”
His voice trembled with heavy panic.
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