Chapter 223: Strange Yet Familiar
On the way to the hospital, Patricia's heart was racing like a jackrabbit on caffeine.
Why didn't Michael grill her?
Maybe Sinclair had just come to and wasn't all there to rat her out?
Patricia didn't wanna overthink it and floored it straight to Santa Maria Hospital.
Sinclair had been chilling in the ICU for almost two weeks and finally woke up, getting the VIP treatment now.
"Sinclair, you just woke up, the kid..."
Michael's soothing words got cut off by Sinclair's confused look.
"Kid?" Sinclair asked.
What kid?
Michael was caught off guard. "You were in a car crash, don't you remember?"
Sinclair shook her head, staring at him like he was a total stranger, "Who are you? Do we know each other?"
Michael looked at her, totally stunned.
His heart sank.
After a long pause, he couldn't hide his disappointment and asked, "Sinclair, you really don't remember me?"
Sinclair shook her head honestly, she had no clue.
For a moment, Michael felt a whirlwind of emotions.
A bunch of specialists had a pow-wow about Sinclair and quickly figured it out, "Ms. Cross took a nasty hit to the head in the crash. We think the impact and major blood loss caused her brain to get starved of oxygen, leading to some memory loss."
"Can we fix it?" Michael asked.
The doc frowned and said sincerely, "There is, but she just went through a car crash and a miscarriage, so she's super weak. Another surgery isn't a good idea right now. We recommend starting with meds for a bit to see if her memory comes back. If not, we can think about surgery once Ms. Cross is stronger."
Michael let out a sigh of relief, as long as there was a way to fix it. The main thing now was to let her body heal.
"How's her physical condition?" Michael asked again.
"Ms. Cross is really weak from the crash and miscarriage. She'll need a long time to bounce back. We agree that since she just woke up, she should avoid trying to remember the lost memories for now, as it would be mentally exhausting and not good for her recovery."
Michael nodded, "Thanks."
"It's our job. The patient is weak and has lost her memory. Mr. Johnson, you need to be patient and be there for her. At times like this, patients are usually very helpless and need psychological support too."
"Got it,"
After the specialists left, Michael took a moment to chill outside the ward. Just as he was about to go in to see Sinclair, Patricia rushed in.
She anxiously asked, "Michael, how's Sinclair?"
"She just woke up, but she's not great. Don't go in and bother her. Go home." With that, Michael turned to enter the ward.
Sinclair hadn't had the chance to spill the beans?
Patricia tentatively asked, "What do you mean? Didn't you say she woke up?"
"Because of the head injury from the crash, Sinclair has temporary amnesia," Michael answered.
Patricia's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Amnesia?"
"Why are you yelling?" Michael frowned and scolded in a low voice, "Sinclair needs to rest quietly. Keep it down."
Patricia covered her mouth, secretly thrilled.
After a bit, she turned to comfort Michael, "It's nothing! Michael, don't be too bummed. With modern medicine, amnesia is no biggie. Besides, even if Sinclair has amnesia, you still can marry her. It's just a matter of rekindling your feelings! She'll definitely fall for you again!"
Michael frowned, giving her a weird look. "Haven't you always been against me marrying Sinclair?"
"I don't like it! But does it matter? You're still gonna marry her, right? Michael, you kicked me out recently, and I've had it rough out there. I won't fight you anymore."
Patricia's rare show of obedience and understanding left Michael without further reproach.
Even though Patricia didn't get to see Sinclair or hit Michael up for cash, she felt oddly good on her way back.
So what if Sinclair woke up? She couldn't spill Patricia's secret to Michael!
But that good mood didn't last long before a troublesome call popped up on her screen.
She answered and immediately snapped, "Damn it! Stop hounding me!"
The driver's wife said, "Miss Johnson, it's been a week, and I haven't seen a dime of my million dollars. Are you gonna pay me or not? If not, I'll go straight to your brother!"
Patricia rolled her eyes, "You think a million bucks is easy to come by? You barely make any money in a year. A million is a huge chunk for you. Be patient! Otherwise, if I go down, you go down too!"
"Fine, I'll give you another seven days. If you still can't come up with the money, I'll go straight to your brother!" the woman replied.
"Just wait!"
Patricia angrily hung up the phone.
In the hospital ward, Sinclair and Michael stared at each other in silence.
Facing this unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar guy, Sinclair didn't know where to start.
Seeing her uneasy look, Michael moved closer and held her hand.
Feeling awkward, Sinclair instinctively tried to pull her hand back.
But he gently asked, "Sinclair, do you really not remember me at all?"
There was a hint of hope in his eyes. For some reason, Sinclair's heart fluttered, but she still honestly nodded.
"Did we have a kid before?"
She was clearly surprised and was slowly processing this news.
"We've been dating for almost a year. Before your car accident, you were pregnant, and we were planning to get married. But then..."
Upon hearing this, Sinclair frowned, "Were we getting married because of the pregnancy?"
"No."
She curiously asked, "So, did we like each other?"
Michael looked at her, stayed silent for a few seconds, and finally said softly, "Yeah, we liked each other, so we decided to get married."
Actually, it was good that she forgot. The memories of their time together weren't exactly a fairy tale.
Starting over might be a good thing.
Michael held Sinclair's hand tightly and promised, "Whether you remember or not, your identity won't change."
"Identity?" Sinclair was confused.
"You are Sinclair, and you are also my fiancée. Sinclair, once you are discharged, let's get married, okay?"
Sinclair hesitated, "I just woke up and don't remember much. You said I had a car accident and a miscarriage, but apart from some pain in my stomach, I can't remember being pregnant at all. Can you give me some time to think about it?"
Getting hitched to a stranger felt weird.
At least they should spend some time together first.
"Okay, let's not talk about this now. Focus on getting better." Michael was gentlemanly and gentle, which made Sinclair lower her guard.
Michael's hands were dry and warm, and holding her hand gave her a strange sense of security.
He treated her exceptionally well, so much so that Sinclair often wondered if they had once been deeply in love.
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