Chapter 3

The autumn wind in the evening was cool.

After my phone was fixed, I immediately sent a message to my doctor, Walter Reed: [I want to try the hypnotherapy you mentioned to me last time.]

Walter quickly replied to me: [After hypnotherapy, you will lose some of your memories. And a family member needs to sign the consent form to ensure that someone will take care of you during the recovery period.]

I looked at these words and smiled bitterly, not even being able to think of who could help me sign the consent form.

I kept flipping through my contacts and saw a name, Quinn Hall, but I didn't click on it for a long time.

Unexpectedly, he sent me a message: [I'm coming back today. Will you have dinner with me?]

I quickly replied to him and made an appointment with him for the place.

I looked at the scenery outside and recalled the past.

Quinn was the son of my sign language teacher. Because I always went to his home for classes, I gradually got to know him well.

Three years ago, when he learned that I was going to marry a vegetative person, he angrily threw the birthday present he was going to give me and said that it was a waste for me to learn sign language.

I retorted with sign language, and my words were mean.

Later, he went abroad to study. I thought we would never meet again in this life, and didn't expect that he would come back. We hadn't seen each other for a few years, and he had become much more mature and didn't seem very easy to get along with.

I directly asked him, "Can you pretend to be my family member and help me sign the form?"

He was a bit surprised. After learning the whole story, he clenched his fists tightly, as if he were very angry. He asked, "Have you decided?"

I nodded. These memories meant nothing to me anymore. And after erasing the memories, I would be able to speak again.

He agreed.

It was already evening when I got home. My things were casually thrown in the corridor of the villa.

Roman glanced at me and said, "Megan, you can move to the guest room from now on."

I nodded slightly. He didn't expect me to be so calm and looked me up and down.

I would forget him soon, and I didn't care about these things anymore.

Suddenly, a little dog ran out of the house. I was stunned and instinctively grabbed Roman's arm.

He frowned unhappily and shook off my hand violently, saying, "Megan, know your place."

His strength was so great. I didn't react in time and fell to the ground, and my wrist hurt.

I'd been afraid of dogs since I was a child, and the man who once said he would protect me for a lifetime had now let go of my hand.

He seemed a bit annoyed and wanted to reach out and pull me up.

I pretended not to see it and stood up while enduring the pain.

Laura came out of the room, took Roman's hand, and acted coquettishly, saying, "Tom doesn't like to be restricted. Let's find a bigger room for him."

Roman doted on her and ruffled her hair, saying, "Okay, then we'll give the newly tidied guest room to Tom. Megan, you move to the basement."

It was ridiculous. In his eyes, I was even less important than the stray dog they adopted.

When packing my things, I suddenly smelled a strange smell, and then I saw a large puddle of yellow liquid on my red coat.

This coat was a birthday present from Roman. Since my birthday was on the same day as the memorial day of Laura's parents, Eric and Sharon didn't allow me to celebrate my birthday.

Roman secretly gave me the coat and said to me seriously, "Megan, I will spend every birthday with you in the future."

Promises only counted when they were just made.

I cherished this coat very much and never even wore it once. It seemed that I wouldn't be able to wear it in the future either.