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Chapter 779

    Chapter 779


    Chapter 779


    “The stimtion slows down, making it difficult to recover memories,” Milton said. He had said those


    words when he first prescribed that kind of medication to the other party.


    But that time, to Milton’s surprise, Jonathan gave apletely different answer. “Then you don’t need


    to prescribe medicine, Dr. Hale.”


    “Mr. Youngblood?” Milton was shocked. “No medicine, eh? What does he want?” Milton thought and


    then asked, “Do you want your memory restored?”


    “Yes. I’ve forgotten it long enough. It should be time to recover,” Jonathan replied yfully.


    “But in that case, the pain might be too much for you. If it is an ident, perhaps…” Milton paused


    before continuing, “Humans have a certain physical endurance. Once they cross the line, it is difficult to


    predict what will happen.” Jonathan’s memory recovery was different from that of ordinary patients.


    Ordinary patients rarely experienced such pain. If something unexpected happened during the memory


    recovery process, the consequences could be unimaginable.


    “So what?” Jonathan smiled, but his gaze was deep. “So let’s see how much pain it is to restore the


    memory. At the same time, let’s test my pain tolerance.”


    Milton was shocked. “The man in front of me is managing Strico. If something happens to him, it’ll be a


    big loss for Strico. But now, he’s risking his life to regain his memory. He mentioned taking the medicine


    four years ago as a passing thought, saying he wasn’t bothered if it didn’t work. But things are different


    now. Is it because of Mrs. Youngblood who hase back to life and returned to the Youngblood


    family? Is it possible? Would he take the risk and recover his memory for a woman?” he pondered.


    Milton could only bury those questions in his heart at that moment and didn’t dare to ask a question.


    It took Rosalie a long time to let the two children decide who was older and who was younger.


    “Guille is the elder brother, and Jen is the younger sister,” Rosalie thought.


    Of course, in the end, it was the height that mattered. Afterparing the heights of the two children,


    Jennifer was less than half an inch shorter.


    “Mommy, can’t I be the elder child?” Jennifer was still unwilling to give up. “Isn’t it good to be a younger


    sister? You’ll have an elder brother to protect you,” Rosalie said, looking at Guillermo. “Guille, you will


    protect Jen, right?”


    Guillermo was silent. “Protect Jen? I prefer to be on my own. Besides, no one has ever told me to


    protect anyone. Besides, it sounds troublesome to protect her. If


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    she was stupid, protecting an idiot would be very tiring!” he thought.


    However, after contemting being the elder one, he nodded. “I don’t want to be the younger sibling,”


    he simply thought.


    “Okay. Guille will protect Jen from now on.” Rosalie smiled and touched Guillermo’s head. “I think


    Guille will be a good brother in the future.”


    With a pair of eyes simr to Jonathan’s, Guillermo blinked. “Am I going to be a good brother?” he


    wondered.


    Jennifer said loudly, “I will be a good sister and protect my brother!” With those words, she seemed to


    have gracefully epted the reality of being a younger sister.


    Guillermo’s little body couldn’t help but tremble. He thought, “Will she protect me too? I’ve never


    promised to protect anyone, and no one has ever promised to protect me. Is this what it feels like to


    have a sister? It ispletely different from the feeling with Wrenna being my sister.”


    Gary told Rosalie that dinner was ready. She looked at the second floor and asked, “Isn’t Joning


    down for dinner?” Milton had left about 15 minutes ago and told Jonathan he was fine because his


    memory had been stimted, which gave him a headache.


    “Just now, the housekeeper has asked, and Mr. Youngblood said he had no appetite. He would eat


    later. He suggested that you, Guillermo, and Ms. Youngblood have dinner first,” Gary replied.


    “Is it because of the headache?” Rosalie thought.


    She did not see Jonathane down even after she and her two children had finished eating.


    Therefore, Rosalie brought some food and nned to send it to Jonathan.


    Just as she was about to go upstairs, a small hand suddenly tugged at the hem of her dress. Rosalie


    turned to meet Guillermo’s peach-blossomed eyes.


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    “Will you


    leave me and Daddy again?” Guillermo asked with a serious expression. “No. I won’t leave you and


    your daddy.” Rosalie smiled softly. She would watch over Jonathan and the children at the Youngblood


    residence. “Guille, call me Mommy. I really want to hear it.”


    Guillermo’s serious face suddenly became a little ufortable. His face slightly blushed under


    Rosalie’s gaze. After a long time, he finally muttered, “Mommy.” Although it might sound somewhat


    unwilling, it was already a great source of encouragement for Rosalie.


    After all, she and Guillermo had been separated for five years. Now that she was back, she would have


    plenty of time to build her rtionship with Guillermo in the future.


    “I won’t leave Guille and Daddy!” Jennifer also told Guillermo. She grabbed his


    face and kissed him.


    Rosalie couldn’t help but smile again. Her daughter was kissing someone she liked. “It looks like Jen


    really likes Guille!” she thought.


    “Well, you guys have fun. I have to send dinner to your daddy,” Rosalie said. She went to the second


    floor with a te in her hand.


    When she arrived in Jonathan’s room, she saw him sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and one


    hand on his chin, as if he had fallen asleep.


    Rosalie couldn’t help but gently walk over to him, ce the te on the coffee table in front of the


    couch, and lean down to take a closer look. She thought, “When he sleeps, he looks like an angel in an


    artist’s painting and even gives people a feeling of purity. It’s as if all the darkness in the world is


    isted from him. How long has it been since I saw him sleeping like this? I see it a lot in my memory.


    Every time I saw him sleeping, I would admire his beautiful eyshes. Now his eyshes are still long


    and thick, like a pair of fans covering his eyes.”
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