Chapter 732 Amnesia
Can having a cursed doll at home not be terrifying?
Frank glanced at the glass jar on the table, covered with a cloth. Inside the jar, filled with formaldehyde, was an infant who had died young.
This was the so-called cursed doll.
Frank couldn't bear to look any longer. He even turned around to pack his bags, ready to move out.
Could anyone still live in this house?
With his daughter's ashes enshrined and a cursed doll kept at home, he had nightmares every night.
Frank placed his luggage by the door. As he was about to leave, he felt a pang of guilt and turned back to stand at Olivia's bedroom door.
Seeing Olivia still obsessively worshipping the cursed doll, Frank frowned and said, "Olivia, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself."
Immersed in her frenzied state, Olivia didn't even notice what Frank had said.
Frank turned around, picked up his suitcase, and left.
Olivia, realizing it later, found that all of Frank's clothes had been packed up when she finished her worship and came out.
Olivia realized she had been abandoned.
She sat on the couch in a daze, talking to herself, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.
Meanwhile, in San Diego.
Maggie's tears had almost dried up, but she couldn't collapse.
Joseph and Eleanor had both fallen ill from the shock, and if she fell too, the family would be finished.
Even the usually unreliable Holden was stepping up this time, handling various emergencies in an orderly manner.
Maggie didn't believe Fiorello was dead. She drove to the landslide accident site again. Due to the overnight heavy rain, the river was turbulent, and the rescue team said it was possible someone had been swept away by the river.
If the floodwaters, carrying mud and stones, buried someone deep underground, it would be very difficult to find them, and in such a case, they would undoubtedly be dead.
Maggie didn't believe it. She followed the river downstream, determined to find Fiorello.
Saskia and Holden also helped. The three of them searched along the riverbank all day in the drizzle and actually found the body of a missing person.
Seeing the floating corpse on the riverbank, with a similar build and clothing to what Fiorello was wearing when he disappeared, Maggie was terrified and didn't dare to confirm it.
Holden, summoning his courage, went forward and turned the body over.
The face of the corpse had been disfigured by river stones and covered in mud. The body was swollen from being in the water, almost unrecognizable. If it weren't for the familiarity with their loved one, it would be hard to identify.
"Maggie, it's not Fiorello," Holden shouted.
Maggie relaxed, but at the same time, her eyes welled up, and her limbs went cold.
She was afraid that when she found Fiorello, he would look like this too.
She wanted to see a living person, not a corpse.
People outside were talking about the disappearance and presumed death of Fiorello, the CEO of Visionary Futures Group. The rescue team was also searching for the eight missing people.
Meanwhile, in the hospital.
Melissa and Timothy were worried. Fiorello had been in a coma for a day and a night and hadn't woken up.
If he didn't wake up soon or if something went wrong, their gratitude would turn into resentment.
Fiorello's face was injured, half of it wrapped in gauze, and his head was also bandaged. If it weren't for those who knew him well, it would be hard to recognize the disheveled Fiorello.
Moreover, when Melissa brought Fiorello in, due to the urgency, she used Timothy's identity to admit him.
Timothy was worried. "Melissa, should we notify Maggie now? What if he dies here?"
"Let's wait a bit longer," Melissa said, also panicking inside but still wanting to take a gamble. "Timothy, I'm a bit hungry. Can you get me something to eat?"
"Okay." Timothy couldn't bear to see Melissa go hungry and quickly went out to buy food.
As soon as Timothy left, the comatose Fiorello suddenly showed signs of movement.
Melissa hurried over and saw Fiorello's hand move. She was overjoyed. "Fiorello? Fiorello?"
Melissa called out several times, and the comatose Fiorello slowly opened his eyes, his deep eyes filled with confusion.
Everything in front of him seemed unfamiliar. His eyes moved around and finally landed on Melissa. His voice was hoarse. "Who are you?"
Melissa was stunned by the question.
How could Fiorello not recognize her?
Melissa tentatively asked, "You don't recognize me?"
Fiorello shook his head. He didn't recognize Melissa. His memory was blank, and he couldn't remember anything.
Fiorello frowned. "Who am I? Why am I here?"
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