Chapter 232
My expression stiffened, looking at him somewhat awkwardly.
Ferris’s eyes were completely dark, only able to judge where I was by my voice. He asked carefully: “Could you take me to the bathroom?”
I was silent for a second, then still reached out my hand.
“Alright.”
I helped him get down from the hospital bed and slowly led him to the bathroom door, placing his hand on the door handle and telling him the locations of the sink and toilet.
“It’s to your right front, be careful of the counter edges.”
As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately stepped out and closed the door.
Soon, there was a sudden “bang” from inside.
My heart tightened, and I immediately rushed over to push open the door.
He was bent over, trying to pick up a glass cup from the floor. His finger had already been cut by the sharp edge, blood dripping down his palm drop by drop.
“What are you doing?!”
I quickly stepped forward, grabbing his hand to try to stop the bleeding.
But just then, he gripped my hand tightly in return, with somewhat urgent force, like grasping the only lifeline.
He asked that question again.
“Do you… find me disgusting now?”
I was stunned.
He held my hand, cold and cautious, as if I would completely disappear from his world with one movement.
I didn’t answer, just gently withdrew my hand: “I’ll call a nurse to bandage this for you.”
Ten minutes later, a nurse came and cleaned the bathroom spotlessly, also replacing all fragile and sharp objects.
Ferris sat in the chair like an obedient patient, letting the young nurse carefully bandage his wound.
I stood to the side and saw that young girl’s face had turned half red.
Even with his body covered in wounds, blind and with confused memory, his face and innate nobility still made people unable to look away.
“Miss Aurora, the bandaging is done.” The nurse said quietly.
“Thank you.”
After she left, I got up and closed the door.
Yesterday Ferris had been unconscious all day, and I hadn’t had a chance to ask him more about his condition. Although the doctor explained that his memory loss was due to brain nerve damage, there was always a voice in my heart saying: he might be acting.
“Ferris, do you really not remember anything?” I probed.
But he asked me back: “Is my name really Ferris?”
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Chapter 232
My throat tightened.
He didn’t even remember his own name?
“Yes.”
He asked again: “Then that person last night… is really my mother?”
I frowned. With just a few short sentences, he had seized the initiative again, making me like a student answering questions.
“Mm.”
Ferris was silent for a long while before slowly speaking: “I really don’t remember. My mind is completely blank… I only remember your voice.”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Just that?” I asked uncertainly.
Ferris smiled quietly, that smile carrying an indescribable tenderness: “I also remember that you’re my mate. We love each other very much.”
My pupils contracted in shock.
Mate?
Love each other very much?
Hearing these two phrases from his mouth, I almost doubted my own ears.
My voice turned cold: “You remembered wrong. We don’t love each other at all. Before your car accident, we were already preparing for divorce.”
Whether his memory loss was real or fake.
I didn’t want to lie to him.
But as soon as I finished speaking, Ferris suddenly hugged me following my voice, as if severely frightened.
“Wife, don’t you want me anymore?”
His voice trembled, that “wife” called out hoarsely and urgently.
I froze completely in his embrace.
This man–who had once been too proud to even look at me properly–was now begging me not to leave in such a humble posture.
Just as I was about to push him away, the door was suddenly pushed open.
I looked up and met Victoria’s gaze directly.
She saw us embracing and also heard that “wife.”
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