Chapter 210 Forcing Myself to Forget Her
The black Maybach jerked violently as Magnus wrenched the steering wheel.
It crashed into the guardrail with a thunderous impact, shattering it into debris.
The screech of tires tearing at the pavement filled the otherwise quiet night.
The car's wheels left dark streaks and sparks on the road.
The driver of the white car, clearly shaken, stared in stunned silence, even though it was just a close call.
The window rolled down.
Fuming with anger, the driver yelled, "Are you out of your mind? Go play chicken with your own life—don't drag others down with you!"
Inside the Maybach, Magnus gripped the steering wheel tightly.
His face was as cold and emotionless as a block of ice, his eyes a void of grim detachment.
"Get lost if you don't want to die," he said flatly.
He didn't say another word.
The white car owner, still swearing, sped off quickly.
The black Maybach sat crookedly at the roadside; its front end crumpled slightly.
His phone rang persistently.
After what felt like an eternity, Magnus, with a blank expression, finally answered the call.
On the other end, Aria asked, "I'm at the clinic. Where are you?"
Magnus didn't respond.
Aria called out again, "Mr. Blackwood? Can you hear me?"
Magnus suddenly asked, "Can MECT therapy make me forget Juniper?"
Aria was momentarily taken aback.
She had suggested memory-erasure therapy before.
Juniper was the root cause of Magnus' bipolar disorder. Erasing Juniper from his mind might just cure him without medication.
She had proposed this treatment four years ago.
At the time, Magnus had just been released from prison, consumed by a deep hatred for Juniper.
He'd said he wanted revenge first, and only after he'd exacted it would he consider forgetting her.
Aria, an outsider, knew well that this approach would only lead to mutual destruction.
Magnus' revenge on Juniper was a twisted game of dragging her down into the mire, mutual tormenting until neither could escape.
Eventually, Juniper had been driven to her death by him.
Yet he still refused to let her go.
"If you truly want to forget her, I can help," Aria said. "But are you sure?"
For a top-tier psychologist and hypnotist, it wasn't a particularly challenging task.
Magnus let out a soft laugh. "She's moved on. Am I supposed to just steal her back?"
"Anything won through deceit will never truly be yours. Sure, you can achieve your goals through ruthless means, but you'll end up hurting her in the process."
He knew she was right. He didn't want to hurt her anymore.
But if he couldn't forget her, he felt he'd be unable to resist the urge to go after her in Southern City.
He had tried so hard to convince himself to let her go, not wanting to throw all his efforts away.
"I can't stand the thought of Juniper being with someone else. The only way I can stop myself from going after her is if I forget her completely."
He was confident he could reclaim Juniper.
To him, it would be a simple matter.
It would just take some heavy-handed tactics and a willingness to do whatever it took—even if it meant hurting her, imprisoning her like a criminal.
But he didn't want to do that anymore.
After learning about Juniper's PTSD, he could no longer bring himself to force her.
"If you're sure about this, we can start the treatment anytime. I still recommend you forget her. Erasing the source of your pain might very well cure your condition."
Loving someone to the point of pain wasn't worth it. Sometimes, forgetting was the only way to find peace.
Magnus pulled out his wallet and gazed at the photo inside. He gently stroked it with his fingertips, whispering hoarsely, "Juniper, this time I won't force you or make things difficult for you."
If he couldn't force Juniper, he would have to force himself to forget her.
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