Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 366: Such a Good Girl

In the evening, when Adrian Holt came home, Sister Green told him about Henry Summers’s visit to the Shaw family during the day.

Adrian’s expression turned stern as he asked, "What did he say to the Young Madam?"

Sister Green hesitated for a moment before saying, "It seems like he came asking for money. The Young Madam didn’t give him any, and he even thought about getting physical."

"What? He got physical? Did Serena get hurt?" Adrian’s face showed concern.

Sister Green waved her hands, "Second Master, don’t worry, the madam is fine, it’s Henry Summers who got hurt."

Thinking about the defeated way in which Henry Summers had fled, Sister Green couldn’t help but feel a burst of satisfaction.

Tch!

Not even knowing his place, daring to come to the Shaw family and brazenly ask for money.

How could there be a father in this world who harms his own flesh and blood so heartlessly?

He’s worse than a beast.

Adrian slowly exhaled and didn’t continue questioning. He paced quickly up to the second floor.

His steps were hurried, his expression anxious.

Watching his retreating back, Sister Green couldn’t help but silently exclaim in her heart.

Everyone says the Second Master has lost his memory and doesn’t remember the Young Madam, but these finer details reveal that his love for the Young Madam has never changed.

She hoped that this couple deep in love could always be together without any more trials.

In the bedroom upstairs, Serena Summers had just hung up the phone, when she heard an urgent series of footsteps outsider her door.

Looking up, she saw that Adrian Holt had already pushed open the half-closed door and walked in.

"Adrian, you’re back?"

Adrian Holt went over to her, examining her arms up and down, making sure she had no injuries, then he finally relaxed.

"What’s the matter?" Serena looked up at him, puzzled.

"It’s nothing. I heard Henry came to ask you for money today?" Adrian sat down beside her on the sofa before asking calmly.

Serena nodded, her expression neutral, "Yes, he disappeared for two years; I had almost forgotten there was such a person."

Unexpectedly, after two years, he had suddenly reappeared.

Still as greedy as ever, unchanged.

"If he comes around again, just have him thrown out." Adrian’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of bloodthirsty intent flashed in his gaze.

Henry Summers is now all alone, with practically nothing but Grace. The most terrifying are those at the end of their rope, because you never know what extremes they might resort to when driven into a corner. "Okay, I got it." Serena nodded in agreement.

Adrian’s furrowed brows finally relaxed as he reached out to stroke her head, "Such a good girl."

Serena’s cheeks flushed. Why did he always treat her like this, as if he was coaxing a child?

"Knock knock—" There was a sudden knock on the door, and Sister Green’s anxious voice came from outside, "Second Master, Young Madam, Professor Harvey is here!"

In the room, Serena and Adrian looked at each other, their hearts uplifted.

"Professor Harvey’s visit at this time, could it be that there’s new progress with your treatment?" Serena’s heart leaped with joy as she pulled Adrian with her to go outside.

"Don’t rush, Professor Harvey isn’t going anywhere."

Looking at Serena’s face full of anticipation and nervousness, Adrian couldn’t help but smile helplessly.

Serena narrowed her eyes slightly and glared at him, "How can you be so unruffled? Hurry up and follow."

"Okay."

Saying so, Adrian too quickened his pace and followed her outside.

Downstairs in the living room, Professor Harvey was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, while Master Shaw’s smile was noticeably deeper than the last time.

"Professor Harvey, is that method you mentioned really effective? Is there hope for Adrian then?"

Professor Harvey sipped his tea, hastily waving his hand in response, "I can’t guarantee its effectiveness for now, I can only suggest giving it a try."

Adrian Holt’s psychological defenses are just too strong, and for someone like me who has been in psychology research for so many years, he is a first encounter of this kind.

This shows how deep his guard against others is.

Since leaving the Shaw Family last time, I have been researching various materials and even consulted with many peers.

This afternoon I finally found a new hypnotherapy technique and hurried over to the Shaw Family immediately.

Serena Summers and Adrian Holt came downstairs and greeted Master Shaw and Professor Harvey.

"Please, have a seat. Professor Harvey says there’s a new treatment method we can try on you."

Adrian Holt raised an eyebrow, his expression still calm and uninterested, seemingly indifferent.

"What kind of method is it? Are there high risks?" Serena urgently asked.

Right now, she is only concerned about Adrian Holt’s physical condition. As long as he can live healthily, nothing else matters.

Professor Harvey shook his head with a solemn expression, "The risks are higher than usual, but Mr. Holt’s condition is severe, hence the regular methods are ineffective for him."

Serena looked at Adrian, her eyes filled with a trace of inquiry, "Adrian, can you accept this? If not, we won’t try it."

Regardless of what he becomes, as long as he is still himself, she would always stand by his side.

Meeting Serena’s clear and bright eyes, Adrian Holt nodded firmly, "I want to try."

At first, he didn’t really care about his memory, as his attraction to Serena was purely based on appeal and not anything else.

But now, the longer he has been with Serena and the Shaw family, the more he wants to know what his past self was like.

The smile on Master Shaw’s face slowly faded, eventually heaving a deep sigh, "Since you’ve made up your mind, go ahead and do it."

This grandson was brought up by him; he knows him best.

Once he makes a decision, no matter what others say, he won’t change his mind easily.

Knowing that persuasion is futile, he’ll just let him be.

Guided by Master Shaw, Professor Harvey went to the study room again.

Before officially starting the treatment, Professor Harvey routinely chatted with Adrian Holt for a bit, allowing his spirit to relax gradually.

About ten minutes later, he checked the time on his wristwatch and said: "Let’s get started, you can lie down on the couch."

Adrian Holt lay down on the couch and slowly closed his eyes.

Professor Harvey approached slowly, murmuring softly and gently by his side.

Adrian Holt’s eyes remained shut, his hands with distinct bone structure resting on his abdomen, as if he were asleep.

Professor Harvey softly called his name, "Adrian Holt? Are you Adrian Holt?"

Adrian Holt: "Yes."

"Then, are you Lucas Shaw? Who is Lucas Shaw?" Professor Harvey gently guided him step by step.

However, just at that moment, the person who was supposed to be under hypnosis suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear.

Professor Harvey was startled by him, staring for several seconds.

Adrian Holt sat up from the couch, his gaze sharp and icy, filled with resistance toward him.

He touched his forehead, a sense of defeat rising in his heart.

It seems like another failure.

"Professor Harvey, it seems like your hypnosis still doesn’t work on me." Adrian Holt regained his composure, stating faintly.

The once again harshly stung Professor Harvey: "..."

No need for reminders; he’s well aware.