Chapter 361 Amnesia
The hospital room had a warm, comforting vibe. No matter what Sophia said, Emma listened quietly, occasionally nodding and responding with gentle words.
Sophia and Henry's anxiety had completely melted away. They heard Emma's every word and expression carefully, afraid of upsetting her, yet they couldn't help but bask in the joy of having her back.
In stark contrast to this peaceful scene, Michael felt a cold sense of vigilance.
He knew Emma's personality well and understood the real reason she had distanced herself from her parents in the past. The current familial bond was built on the premise that she had forgotten her pain, and this warmth could dissipate at any moment.
As the door to the room closed, Michael stood outside, glancing back at the sight of them embracing, a complex, dark emotion flickering in his eyes.
"If Emma's memory really returns, how will she face these people?" Michael silently asked himself, but found no answer.
The doctor beside him quietly reminded, "Mr. Russell, Emma still has a blood clot in her brain. Emotional abnormalities may further manifest. We need more time to observe."
Michael didn't respond, just gazed at the faint city skyline outside the window, his eyes deep and contemplative. "Time, I have."
Inside the room.
Emma leaned against the headboard, a faint smile on her face as she chatted with Sophia and Henry. Although she had no memory of them, their care and kindness didn't repel her. Sophia cautiously asked what she wanted to eat, while Henry rambled on about taking care of her health and not running around. Emma listened, occasionally nodding.
However, after a while, Emma began to feel tired.
Noticing this, Michael immediately stepped forward, looking down at her with a gentle tone, "Tired? Then rest for a bit."
Emma nodded, closed her eyes, and leaned back against the pillow.
Michael turned to them, softly requesting, "Mrs. Stuart, Mr. Stuart, could you please take care of Seraphine for a few days? I need to stay here with Emma, and I don't trust anyone else to look after her."
They were naturally concerned as well. Even though Anna was now in jail and Phoenix was nowhere to be found, what if there were still hidden threats?
They had to protect Emma's child!
Sophia immediately agreed, "No problem, Seraphine is so adorable, we were just hoping to spend more time with her."
Seraphine, with her little backpack on, sweetly called out, "Grandma!" as she held Sophia's hand. Sophia's heart melted, her eyes moistening as she bent down to touch Seraphine's cheek, "What a sweet child, I like you so much."
Henry also smiled as he took Seraphine's hand, "Come on, I'll take you to get some treats."
Seraphine happily followed them out of the room, and they couldn't stop praising her for being so smart and well-behaved. Seraphine quickly warmed up to her grandparents, chatting cutely with them and making them laugh continuously.
Back in the room, Emma soon fell asleep. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a peaceful glow over the room. But her brow furrowed slightly, as if she wasn't sleeping soundly.
In her dream, she felt a pair of eyes watching her, their gaze intense and heavy, piercing through layers of fog to land directly on her. The feeling was both familiar and strange, like a hand reaching out from the abyss, wanting to grab her but never quite touching.
She jolted awake, finding the room empty, the only sound the drip of the IV. Emma sat up, looking around. The curtains swayed slightly, the door remained closed, and there was nothing else.
"Was it an illusion?" she murmured, gently patting her face, trying to shake off the unease.
Feeling a bit stifled, Emma put on a jacket and walked out of the room, slowly strolling down the hallway. The hospital corridor was as quiet as ever, with nurses occasionally passing by with medicine carts, their steps hurried.
When she reached the end of the hallway, her gaze involuntarily stopped at a multi-bed room. Most of the patients were elderly, but her eyes were drawn to a bed in the corner.
An emaciated old man lay there quietly, eyes closed, his face devoid of color. An IV was attached to his arm, his chest rising and falling faintly, as if he could stop breathing at any moment. His lonely figure starkly contrasted with the other patients surrounded by family.
Emma couldn't help but stop and look at him. She didn't know why, but a wave of sadness welled up inside her. Although she had no memory of this person, the sense of familiarity made it hard to look away.
"What are you staring at? Don't block the way!" A nearby caregiver impatiently shooed Emma away. Though his tone was rough, he didn't push her, seeing she was in a hospital gown. "This is the ICU, don't wander around if you don't need to be here."
Emma realized her presence might be causing trouble and was about to leave when the caregiver's next actions made her pause.
The caregiver roughly grabbed the old man's arm, carelessly adjusting the IV, even muttering a curse under his breath, "Damn it, such a hassle."
Emma's brow furrowed, a surge of indescribable sadness rising within her. She stood there, her gaze fixed on the old man's bony hand, feeling a sharp pang in her heart.
"You..." she started to speak but didn't know what to say. In the end, she just shook her head lightly and turned to leave the room.
Back in her own room, Emma sat by the bed, her expression dazed. She looked down at her hands, the image of the old man lingering in her mind.
"Am I just too soft-hearted?" she murmured, trying to convince herself. But the lingering sadness wouldn't go away.
What she didn't know was that the lonely old man was Charles.
A few days ago, after being poisoned, he had been saved but was left paralyzed, forever confined to that bed, his once sharp eyes never to open again.
Scarlett and Jack would never personally care for him, and George knew this. So, he left them a large sum of money to hire a caregiver.
Motivated by greed for George's money, they kept the majority for themselves and hired the cheapest, most inattentive caregiver for Charles. The caregiver, knowing Charles was unconscious and couldn't complain, only treated him well when George visited.
Unaware of the truth, George was deceived by the caregiver, who meticulously pretended to care for Charles.
Today, Emma just happened to witness it.
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