Adán Rouco pushes open the door of the room and enters to see the injured little woman in bed, already awake and lying on the bed ying with her cell phone as if nothing had happened.


    Adán Rouco was inexplicably annoyed that he had been so worried during the entire trip and that she was so unconcerned.


    The man reached over and grabbed the phone out of her hand with a split hand, “Isn’t it about time you exined to me why you went out in private without my permission and now you’ve been in a car ident?”


    Estre Berrocal looked directly at him with a slightly puzzled emotion on her face, “Who are you and why are you picking up my phone?”.


    “…”


    Adán Rouco’s brow furrowed: “What did you say?


    Estre Berrocal snatched the phone from him with particr calm: “Man, it’s inexplicable, I don’t even know you, why have you burst into my room and snatched my phone, if you don’t leave, I’ll have the hospital staff throw you out.”


    “…”


    Not only did Adán Rouco not leave, but he took a seat next to Estre Berrocal’s bed and reached out to touch her forehead.


    Estre Berrocal pushed his hand away with some anger: “What are you doing, don’t think I’m not going to sue you for foul y just because you’re handsome! If you put your hands on me again, I’ll get on …”.


    Before she could finish her sentence, both her hands were firmly grasped by Adán Rouco, pressed to the sides of her head, and Adán Rouco was looking down on her from above, his dark eyes searching her for an instant.


    “Is the brain really beaten?”


    Estre Berrocal: “…”


    She struggled unsessfully, and her watery eyes looked at him angrily, “Who are you calling brainless? I think you’re the one who’s out of your mind! Let go of me.”


    The nurse who came to hang up the water pushed the door and, as soon as she opened it, saw such an ambiguous position.


    “That patient’s potion of … has been dispensed … you …”


    It was then that Adán Rouco slowly released Estre Berrocal and stood up calmly, without a trace of panic or embarrassment on his face.


    As the nurse was hanging the water on Estre Berrocal, she said, “Nurse, he’s getting into the room, aren’t you going to do anything? Help me get him out.


    The nurse, with a questioning look, thought at first that they had quarreled and said with a smile, “Mrs. Estre, have you quarreled with Mr. Adam?”


    “What Ms. StarMr. Adam, I don’t know you.”


    The nurse unconsciously looked at Adán Rouco: “Mr. Adán, this …”


    Adán Rouco’s dark eyes were fixed on Estre Berrocal and he calmly replied: “Don’t bother with my wife, I’m sure she’s lost it.


    Estre Berrocal snorted, “Hey, who are you calling brainless? You’re the one with the problem! Nurse, don’t the hospital staff care about such unpleasant people?”.


    The nurse’s scalp tingled and she smiled in a caterwauling manner, “But Mrs. Estre, it really is your husband, he just has a mild concussion, how is it possible that … you don’t remember your husband?”


    “How can that be, I don’t know if I’m married or not?”


    “But this Mr. Adán, who is really her husband, and is also the president of the Rouco Group, is the person who controls this hospital.”


    Estre Berrocal: “… Are controlling people cool? Can a controlling person get on someone’s turf?”


    Nurse: “…”


    What is Ms. Estre ying at here?


    In clinical medicine, concussions cause the injured person to lose some of their memory of the incident, but do not cause a reaction such as forgetting who your husband is, unless there is a massive hemorrhage in the brain or a craniotomy. A child.


    But how is it possible that Mrs. Estre has forgotten her husband with such a positive reaction just now, even a little alive and well?


    Once the nurse finished sticking Estre Berrocal with the needle, turned on the water and left the room, Adán Rouco sat in the chair next to her and stared at her, making Estre Berrocal’s whole body shudder.


    “You don’t remember me, do you remember who Dulcina Calvo is?”


    “Of course I remember, Dulcina Calvo is a good friend of mine and I just met Dulcina. You don’t need to remind me.”


    Adán Rouco raised an eyebrow and folded his arms, examining her with the sharpness of a hawk: “Very good. Where are you going to go when you get back from Dulcina Calvo’s house?”


    Estre Berrocal got a little impatient: “Of course I’m going home, what kind of questions are you asking here”.


    Adán Rouco nodded with his chin: “Well, that’s good, it doesn’t seem very serious”.


    “It sounded good to me, I didn’t know you in the first ce, why are you still stuck here?”


    Adán Rouco simply ignored her and continued, “Do you know who Paulita is?”.


    “Of course I know, Paulita is my daughter, I don’t need you to remind me who the hell you are to intrude on my privacy.”


    Heh, you remember the good friend Dulcina Calvo, and Paulita, but not him?


    Adán Roucoughed lightly and asked, “You just told the nurse that you were not married, so where did you get your daughter from and who is the father of your daughter?”


    “… You are a very strange person, what do you care about my business, get out of here”.


    Deliberately annoying and changing the subject because you can’t answer?


    Adán Rouco stood up and said, “Yes, I’m going out”.


    The man, surprisingly, was obedient and left the room.


    As soon as she saw Adán Rouco leave the room, Estre Berrocal let out a long sigh.


    Roar, so difficult to deal with.


    Adán Rouco left the room and went directly to the attending physician’s office.


    “Doctor, is it possible for a concussion like my wife’s to cause partial memory loss?”


    The attending physician froze and asked with concern, “Was Mrs. Estre doing anything different a moment ago?”


    Adán Rouco: “He just woke up and doesn’t recognize me, but he remembers the others”.


    “… This, this is not possible, Mrs. Estre only had a small concussion and a small hemorrhage in the brain, it would not cause such a big memory loss situation, it is possible that she had a traffic ident and forgetting what happened at that moment is possible, because at the moment of the big impact, it is very normal for a person to be in a state of semi-consciousness and not remember what happened at that moment.”


    The doctor thought for a long time and asked nervously, “President Rouco, Mrs. Estre … is not ying a joke on you, is she?”


    Adán Rouco’s eyes sparkled: “I think the same as the doctor”.


    …


    Adán Rouco asked Santino Yepes to take Paulita to the hospital before returning to the ward.


    Paulita came running into the living room as soon as she arrived: “Estre, daddy told me that you hit your head in the ident, does your head still hurt?


    Estre Berrocal caressed the little boy’s head, “Estre is fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore”.


    Paulita reached out her small, milky white hand and gently touched Estre Berrocal’s forehead, blowing with her little mouth. “All you have to do is puff.”


    Estre Berrocal smiled, “How thoughtful of Paulita. ”


    Paulita blinked her big eyes at Estre Berrocal curiously, “Estre, is it true that Papa says you don’t remember him?”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal pursed her lips and did not speak for a long time.


    “That, Mr. Santino, why don’t you take Paulita home first, I have a bit of a headache and I want to rest for now.”This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    Adán Rouco’s dark eyes look yfully at his wife…


    What kind of memory loss is this? Even selective memory loss can’t be that precise in choosing the target of memory loss, can it?


    After saying this, Estre Berrocal seemed to bite her tongue as she noticed Adán Rouco’s inquiring gaze.


    It seems exposed …