Chapter 247
Izabe was a little breathless from the kiss, patting his shoulder constantly, her face flushed,
gasping with her mouth open and glistening teardrops on her eyshes.
"Izabe, say you love me and will never leave me." Brett held her face, his gaze passionate and
urgent, his deep voice full of seduction.
"What''s wrong with you?" Izabe was puzzled by his actions.
Brett realized that he couldn''t live without Izabe, fearing she''d leave, scared she''d be the
cold-eyed woman from months ago.
Brett carried her in his arms to the sofa, he knelt down, resting his head on her thighs, like a
wounded dog.
"Be, I''m afraid you''ll leave me. Can you promise me you''ll never leave me for the rest of our lives,
even if you really remember the past?"
What exactly happened in the past that made Brett so concerned and frightened?
But since they hadn''t divorced, that should mean their rtionship hadn''t reached an irreparable
stage.
Izabe ruffled his soft hair, "I promise you, as long as you''re good to me in the future, I won''t leave
you."
"I''ll be good to you. I''ll definitely be good to you."
Brett was behaving strangely, and Izabe wanted to ask more questions, but Brett kissed her lips
again.
Her words were only a psychologicalfort for Brett; he didn''t want Izabe to remember
anything.
That past was so painful even he, the attacker, couldn''t ept it, let alone Izabe.
He called the hypnotist from R City that day, asking him to be a personal hypnotist.
Izabe typically only took one pill at night, but it had increased to two.
The hypnotist arrived the next day and introduced himself as her psychologist, making sure Izabe
never knew the word "hypnosis."
Several rooms in the vi were avable, and Brett instructed the housekeeper to prepare one right
away so the hypnotist could move in.
Izabe remained oblivious until she saw Tiara tidying up a guest room on the first floor, "Tiara, is
someoneing?"
"Yes, the family doctor. Didn''t President Windham tell you?"
Izabe was stunned, and at this moment, Brett came over to hug her, "What''s going on?"
"Tiara said you hired a family doctor. Howe you didn''t tell me?"
Brett replied, "I only informed them this morning, so I forgot to tell you."
"Why did you suddenly hire a family doctor?" Izabe turned to ask him. Since yesterday, Brett had
been acting weird. This morning, he didn''t even eat breakfast and told Tiara to prepare a room,
saying that a family doctor would being.
Brett exined, "First of all, we''ve always had a family doctor, not just hired one now. I noticed that
you''re running out of the medicine you''re taking, and I didn''t want you to go to the hospital for a
checkup. So, I thought it''d be better to have the doctore to the vi instead, in the hopes of
improving your health and possibly reducing your medication."
Brett''s response was reasonable, and even if Izabe didn’t notice anything off, she couldn''t refute
it. Moreover, she had been wanting to reduce her medication, with the ultimate goal of not having to
take any at all.
The hypnotist, named Stevenson Bagot, was a schoolmate of Brett''s. They studied different majors
and met each other by chance.
Having someone familiar to conduct hypnosis on Izabe would be much more convenient. Plus,
Brett trusted Stevenson''s character; he knew that he wouldn''t talk too much or meddle in other
people''s business.
At 11:40 am, Stevenson arrived by taxi. Knowing that he would be staying here for a while, he
brought his luggage. Brett had already instructed the housekeeper to prepare the toiletries and
other things for him.
Stevenson arrived just in time for lunch. Business matters were not discussed during the meal. After
lunch, he followed Brett into the living room.
"What would you like to drink?" Brett asked.
Stevenson had been tense during the journey and found it hard to enjoy his lunch. Considering the
change of seasons, his throat was a bit hoarse. Clearing his throat and coughing twice, he asked,
"Do you have any tea?"
"Yes."
"Then I''ll have a cup of tea."
Brett ordered the housekeeper to make tea.
As they sat face to face, Brett had a steaming cup of aromatic coffee in front of him, while
Stevenson''s ss was filled with tea.
They began discussing the matter at hand. "You sent me a hurried messagest night asking me to
come over. What happened? How did your wife suddenly have temporary memory loss? Did you do
something to provoke her?"
Stevenson asked three questions in a row. Brett was too embarrassed to mention that he had knelt
on the floor to pick up the remote, so he briefly described the events of yesterday afternoon to
Stevenson.
“It was an unintentional shback for her, and she herself couldn''t tell if the images left in her head
were real or not.”
“That’s normal.”
As Brett talked about these things, he felt incredibly weighed down, as if he was under tremendous
pressure - his heart was even aching.
“So, will this sort of thing happen again in the future, and then she''ll remember everything?”
“I can''t rule out that possibility.” Stevenson said, “I warned you before when we were in the hospital
that hypnosis isn''t a long-term solution. The temporary memory loss will gradually be recalled; it''s
just a matter of time.”
Sensing Brett''s anxiety, Stevenson reassured him, “But don''t worry too much. Now that I''m here,
things should be better.”
Brett asked again, “Can we increase the dosage of the medicine at night?”
“No! You can only take one pill a day, absolutely not more!” Stevenson replied sternly, “You know
the situation with your wife - those five injections of medicine she received have stayed in her brain,
causing great damage. Now she''s taking this medicine, and you still want to increase the dosage?
Are you trying to wreck her brain? If you hadn''t insisted, I wouldn''t have prescribed that medicine in
the first ce.”
Panicking, Brett thought, will a higher dosage actually make her stupid? He had given Izabe two
pills yesterday, would that have any consequences? Brett didn''t dare to ask more.
Stevenson saw Brett''s furrowed brows and knew that he was very anxious. However, being anxious
wasn’t the solution.
“Actually, I''m a bit curious. Why do you insist on making your wife lose her memory?”
Initially, when Brett asked Stevenson to perform hypnosis on Izabe, Stevenson understood
because at that time, she was in a terrible mental state due to the trauma she experienced.
Hypnosis seemed to be the most effective method.
However, Izabe’s mental state had improved significantly. So, why was she still taking medication
that suppressed her memory? Why was Brett forcing her to lose her memory?
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Brett didn''t really want to tell Stevenson the whole story of what happened with Izabe, but it was
essential for a doctor to understand their patient''s situation.
“She''ll definitely divorce me as soon as she remembers.”
“Are you that sure?” Stevenson became increasingly curious about what happened to Izabe.
Previously, he could find her name on the inte and see information about her tragic past and the
divorcewsuit with Brett.
However,ter on, all the gossip about Izabe waspletely erased from the inte – obviously,
it was Brett’s doing.
Brett forced a smile, “You know about the injuries on her body, right?”
Stevenson nodded. When he had hypnotized Izabe, her primary doctor briefly mentioned some
information to him. Just a few words were enough to stun him.
Her body was covered in injuries – just the 10 fingers alone were horrifying, let alone the wounds
hidden by clothing.
“It''s all my fault. I''m the one who caused all of it. So, do you think she would ever forgive me after
waking up? Especially since we had already divorced before her ident.”
Upon hearing thest part, Stevenson was utterly shocked.
“You two are already divorced?” Stevenson’s mouth hung open in amazement. His pupils widened
as he sensed some juicy, unknown gossip.
“Yeah, she filed for it.”
“I see.” After all, the divorcewsuit was such a big deal that it even made it to the trending topics.
Brett went through so much effort to make Izabe lose the case; no wonder he was against the
divorce.
Brett red at him coldly, his eyes filled with a murderous warning, as if to say that he would kill
Stevenson if he dared to divulge any of this.
“Don''t worry, my lips are sealed.”
What Brett was doing was despicable – locking his ex-wife in the house and feeding her memory-
loss-inducing drugs every day. If this were judged by thew, he would be sentenced to life
imprisonment without a doubt.
Brett nced at his watch, half an hour had gone by, the ice in his coffee had already melted. He
picked up the cup and took a sip, the taste of sugar-free ck coffee was bitter till the end, but it
was followed by a faint mellow aroma.
"Anyway, you think hard about the treatment n. We can''t let Izabe regain her memory."
"I''ll do my best."
Brett trusted Stevenson''s character 100% and he knew Stevenson wouldn''t talk too much. Brett
handed him the prepared check.
Stevenson took a look at the amount, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then put it away.
Izabe knew they were talking about work and didn''t bother, quietly ying with the cat in the living
room. The little kitten was nestledfortably in her arms.
"Niki, my little sweetheart." Izabe held the kitten, feeling her heart would melt.
How could such adorable creatures exist in this world?
Brett and Stevenson came out and heard Izabe''s words, they both looked at her.
Izabe felt a little embarrassed and awkwardly put the kitten back on the sofa, asking, "What were
you guys talking about in there? Why did it take so long?"
Brett replied, "Discussing your condition."
Hearing they were discussing her illness, Izabe''s expression instantly turned serious: "What''s
wrong with my illness? Has it gotten worse?"
Stevenson quickly exined, "No, you''re in a great condition. I''m going to give you some
psychological counseling in the next couple of days."
"I''m okay with counseling, but can I not take the medicine?"
"No, you have to take your medication," Stevenson answered with a smile.
Izabe frowned.
It was 4 pm, Izabe usually slept at this time. She had always been in a bad mental state and
spent most of her time sleeping, bing very drowsy in the afternoon - the perfect time for
hypnosis.
Unaware of the hypnosis, Izabe thought Stevenson was just helping her rx. As a result, she
dozed off, waking up with a nk memory, but feeling fairly rxed and didn''t think too much about
it.
Afterward, Stevenson prescribed her the same medicine as before. Her mind should be clearer with
both treatment and medication, but she found her memory getting more and more blurry. She would
recall fragments of events from a month ago, yet they felt unreal, as if she hadn''t experienced them
herself.
She informed Stevenson about the situation, who reassured her it was normal.
If the doctor said it was normal, then she didn''t want to question it further.