Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 358: Treatment Hindered

Professor Harvey’s lips curled up in a meaningful smirk, "M has his reasons for doing this, you need to explore his identity by yourself, I am only responsible for treating you."

Adrian Holt pursed his lips, feeling an unprovoked irritation and anger within him.

He detested the feeling of being manipulated like a puppet, and it didn’t matter whether M had ill intentions or not, he should not have been deceived.

Professor Harvey still maintained a composed demeanor, continuing on his own: "If you have nothing else to ask, then let’s begin our session. Before starting treatment, I need to ask you a few questions."

Realizing that Professor Harvey did not wish to continue, Adrian Holt decided it was best to go along with it, "Ask away."

"When did you first realize that you were hypnotized?"

"What are the memories in your mind right now?"

"This treatment process is very dangerous, and even a slight mishap could cause confusion in your memories. Do you still want to continue?"

Adrian Holt didn’t respond to the first two questions but directly addressed the last one, "Yes."

He hoped to regain his memory quickly, even though he felt no pain now and it didn’t affect his normal life, there was always a sense of emptiness within him.

Moreover, past memories were precious to both him and Serena Summers, as they were all the experiences they had truly lived through.

But now, he had forgotten that most precious part of his memory, leaving her alone to endure the pain.

Professor Harvey asked a few more questions before starting the treatment.

He used common hypnotic techniques to try to hypnotize Adrian Holt, but after several attempts, he was unsuccessful.

He looked at Adrian Holt, his eyes filled with surprise.

"To achieve the effects of hypnosis, you must relax, but your consciousness is always tense."

Having treated many people, this was the first time he had encountered someone with such strong defenses.

He tried several different hypnotic techniques, all of which failed on Adrian Holt.

In the end, Adrian Holt grew impatient, his brows heavy with dissatisfaction, "Are you really a doctor brought in by M?"

Is this level of skill somewhat concerning?

Professor Harvey, who had never been doubted in his professional competency: "..."

Is there a possibility that you are instinctively resisting and not relaxing your guard to the outside world?

He then tried several more methods.

As expected, these hypnotic techniques that worked wonders on others had no effect on Adrian Holt whatsoever.

In the end, he even began to doubt his own abilities.

Looking at the professor, who was driven nearly mad by the situation, Adrian Holt felt a touch of guilt.

He cleared his throat and tentatively asked, "Shall we try again?"

"Mr. Holt, you are the most difficult patient I’ve encountered, bar none," Professor Harvey felt a sense of defeat.

In over forty years of his career, this was the first time he faced such a significant challenge.

Outside the door, a group of people gathered at the entrance of the study, their faces equally troubled.

"Why hasn’t he come out yet? Nothing’s gone wrong, has it?" Master Shaw leaned on his walking stick, his heart racing with anxiety.

The last time he felt this anxious was when Serena Summers first married into the Shaw Family and was treating Lucas.

But at least back then, the door was open, and he could clearly see what was happening inside; now, he could see nothing.

"Grandfather, don’t worry, Professor Harvey is an expert in the field of psychology, let’s wait a bit longer," Liam Shaw and Serena Summers tried to reassure him.

Master Shaw sighed deeply, "I’m just worried, this child Lucas truly has a troubled fate."

As he was speaking, the room door suddenly opened, Adrian Holt and Professor Harvey walked out, followed by his assistant carrying a suitcase.

"How is it? Is there a way to treat it? Now you..." Master Shaw looked anxiously at Adrian Holt.

Adrian Holt and Professor Harvey exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly, "We haven’t started treatment yet, but don’t worry, Grandpa, this matter can’t be rushed."

Master Shaw nodded in disappointment and said to Professor Harvey, "You’ve worked hard, it’s getting late, I’ve prepared dinner, please stay and eat with us."

Professor Harvey waved his hand, "No, I still have some matters to attend to, I must take my leave now."

After Professor Harvey had left, Serena Summers approached Adrian Holt and asked in a low voice, "What happened? Why wasn’t there treatment?"

Adrian Holt rubbed his temples helplessly and explained, "It’s not that we’re not treating, it’s that we haven’t found a suitable method yet."

After sending everyone off, Master Shaw and Liam Shaw returned to the living room and happened to overhear this conversation.

Both exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness, but ultimately they did not ask any further questions.

"Must be hungry, right? Let’s eat, we can talk about the rest later."

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Meanwhile, Professor Harvey got into the car, rubbed his temples tiredly and instructed his assistant to drive.

Just then, his phone rang. Seeing the incoming call display, Professor Harvey couldn’t help but curse with a chuckle, "Can’t wait even a moment, can you?"

He answered the call and heard a deep and hoarse voice on the other side, "How is it? Can you treat him?"

"It’s quite difficult, I’ve never seen someone like your son..."

Before he could finish, a bout of severe coughing came through the phone, interrupting him.

"Samuel Harvey! If you can’t speak properly, then don’t speak at all," M warned coldly.

Professor Harvey’s smile faded, and his eyes suddenly took on a complex look, "Why do you bother? Living well yet insisting on hiding yourself, not letting anyone find you – hiding is one thing, but also concealing your identity."

He really couldn’t comprehend what M had in mind, clearly, there were other solutions for many things, but he insisted on tackling them all by himself.

In the end, he ended up neither human nor ghost.

Once such a renowned figure, now disfigured, living life with half a mask.

"You wouldn’t understand," said M, his tone full of melancholy, unwilling to say any more.

Knowing him to be as stubborn as a mule, Professor Harvey didn’t try to persuade him further and quickly changed the subject.

"I talked with him for a long time today, and it’s clear he’s been hypnotized. Whoever did this to him is definitely not less capable than me."

"Then do you have a way to cure him?" M asked eagerly.

Professor Harvey supported his forehead and pondered for a moment but couldn’t hold back and once again complained.

"He’s just like you, a stubborn mule who would pay any price to achieve his goals. I made it clear to him that my treatment method has risks and could lead to memory confusion, but he agreed without any hesitation."

He couldn’t help but reflect on the strong bond of blood relations, father and son alike in their stubbornness.

A faint smile appeared on M’s lips on the other end of the phone, and a hint of pride flickered in his eyes.

"Get to the point, I asked you to treat him because I believe in your abilities. Tell me straight, can you minimize the harm?"

M knew well that if a person with Adrian Holt’s strong will couldn’t withstand it, and his memory was altered, it meant the other party must have used very cruel methods.

This process must have been very difficult for him.