Chapter 513 Amnesia
Matthew's phone buzzed. He picked it up and answered.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Anderson, hi. Mr. Thomas left a document with me that needs to be delivered to you."
Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't Michael give it to me himself? Why's it coming through a lawyer?"
"He's no longer handling any matters for STellar Enterprises. I'm just following his instructions."
"Alright, got it."
Matthew hung up, frowning deeply.
Sherry stood behind the kitchen door, her ear pressed against it.
Matthew was already on another call.
"Daniel, is Michael really not coming back? I can't reach him at all. He just bailed, leaving a mess behind. What are we supposed to do? Who's running the company now? He's so irresponsible!"
Daniel sighed. "I can't reach him either. I heard Elizabeth's been looking for him."
Matthew punched the sofa. "Don't mention Elizabeth! If it weren't for her, Michael wouldn't have done something so crazy. And now she's off abroad, living it up like nothing happened!"
Sherry wanted to rush out and correct him but held back, afraid of alerting him.
She made a cup of coffee and brought it to Matthew.
"Matthew, have some coffee."
Matthew glanced at her. "What's with you being so nice?"
Sherry feigned hurt. "I saw you on the phone for so long and thought you might be thirsty."
Matthew nodded, seemingly pleased. "You're considerate."
Sherry began her act.
Her eyes reddened instantly, tears welling up. "Matthew, are you done? If you're not busy, can you listen to me for a bit?"
Matthew took a sip of coffee and nodded. "Go ahead."
Sherry moved closer. "Matthew, you know my dad is about to be executed. I'm all alone in Celestria, with no one to rely on. When my dad dies, how am I supposed to handle his burial and funeral by myself?"
Matthew responded immediately. "What do you mean 'no one to rely on'? Of course, I'll help you."
Sherry looked down. "But you're not my family."
Her voice grew softer, sounding pitiful and helpless. "If only Michael could come forward. After all, he's my dad's biological son."
Matthew sighed. "There's nothing I can do. I can't find him either."
Sherry looked at him. "Why don't you go look for him?"
"You think I haven't tried? I've had his bodyguards search all over Celestria. But it's like he vanished into thin air."
Sherry got agitated. "That's impossible! A living person can't just disappear. Even if he died, there'd be a body!"
Matthew glared at her. "He's your brother, and you're cursing him? Before he left, he even left you a large sum of money to ensure you're taken care of. What a waste of his kindness!"
Sherry hadn't expected Michael to think of her.
She was puzzled. "Left? What do you mean 'left'? Didn't you say you didn't know where he went?"
"He decided to leave STellar Enterprises. I only found out after he announced his resignation."
Murphy Private Hospital, Sovereign City, Celestria.
In a top-tier ICU, Michael lay in a coma.
A tall, thin man with graying hair and gold-rimmed glasses stood by the bed, questioning the attending doctor.
"His injuries aren't severe. Why hasn't he woken up? His driver was hurt worse and has already woken up. Why hasn't he?"
The doctor replied cautiously, "Mr. Murphy, his physical injuries are minor. It's his will to live that's weak. He doesn't want to wake up."
Gerald Murphy frowned deeply. "What will it take for him to wake up?"
"We need to stimulate his will to live. Finding his family or friends, people or things he cares about, could help."
Gerald pondered. 'Someone he cares about? Elizabeth Jones?'
He took a deep breath and signaled to his assistant. They left the room.
In Gerald's office, the assistant closed the door.
"Mr. Murphy."
"You mentioned Michael might have amnesia?"
"Yes, Mr. Murphy. He had a head injury. The doctors said it could affect his memory."
Gerald looked out the window, deep in thought.
The assistant approached. "Mr. Murphy, you've been wanting to work with him, but he refused. Now, fate has brought him to you."
Gerald squinted. "What do you mean?"
The assistant whispered, "Mr. Murphy, remember? Our hospital has a certain technology..."
Before he could finish, Gerald turned sharply. "You mean, erase his memory?"
The assistant nodded. "Mr. Murphy, he's heartbroken and likely wants to forget the past. We're just helping him start over. This could restore his will to live and wake him up."
Gerald's lips curled into a smile. "That's a good idea. It could make him useful to me."
He raised his hand, pointing at the assistant. "Arrange it discreetly. No one else must know."
The assistant bowed. "Mr. Murphy, our hospital is private. Our special operating room is underground, completely hidden."
Gerald nodded. "Good. I can't wait to meet my old friend."
He walked to the door. The assistant opened it for him.
Before leaving, Gerald instructed, "And his driver, handle him as needed. Make sure he serves his purpose."
The assistant bowed. "Understood, Mr. Murphy. I'll take care of it."
Neurosurgery ward, Tomorrow's Cure Hospital, Aurora Bay.
Michael's driver, Cliff, woke up in his hospital bed.
The nurse had charged his phone.
It rang. It was Matthew calling.
Cliff hesitated, then answered.
"Hello..."
"Cliff! You finally answered! Do you know how many times we've called? Where are you? Is Michael with you?"
Cliff glanced at the nurse.
The nurse took the phone. "Hello, this is Tomorrow's Cure Hospital, neurosurgery ward. Are you a relative of the patient?"
Less than an hour later, Matthew and Daniel rushed in.
Matthew anxiously asked, "Cliff, you're awake? When did you get admitted? How did you end up here? Where's Michael? Wasn't he in the car with you?"
Cliff looked confused. "Who are you?"
Matthew grabbed his hand tightly. "Cliff, it's me, Matthew Anderson! Don't you recognize me?"
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