Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 597: Sorry, Miss Xia, I can’t help you (Added for Ye Dan’s 10,000 reading points reward!)

Chapter 597: Chapter 597: Sorry, Miss Xia, I can’t help you (Added for Ye Dan’s 10,000 reading points reward!)

Gavin Curme was the psychiatrist Abigail Green had scheduled an appointment with.

Just before coming to the hospital, Abigail had made an appointment with him.

"Miss Smith, are you sure you want me to conduct hypnosis on you? According to what you’ve said, it could be very dangerous." Doctor Curme looked at Abigail and asked seriously.

"I understand." Abigail, though a cardiothoracic surgeon, had some understanding of hypnosis. If she truly had undergone hypnosis by Master Matsumoto, then for other doctors to use hypnosis to recover her memories without knowing the exact method would not only be difficult but also extremely dangerous.

But the doubts lingering in her mind had already impacted her daily life, making it impossible for her to continue in a state of amnesia with peace of mind.

She always felt that if she didn’t try, she’d miss something very important.

"Alright." Seeing this, Doctor Curme answered solemnly, "Let’s get started."

Meanwhile, Juliet Rosa reported Abigail’s condition.

After listening, Brandon Piers clicked on the video and a spacious office appeared.

Watching Abigail with her eyes closed, his heart sank heavily.

Abigail lay on the reclining chair. It was very quiet around; one could only hear the ticking of the clock.

Very quiet, very quiet.

Abigail passed through a dark void, discovering herself becoming a small child. She stumbled along the road, a worried woman looking behind her. Suddenly, a truck approached.

"No..." Abigail screamed in her heart, but the next moment the woman had already lunged forward, followed by a scene painted in blood red.

She was crying bitterly with a tiny body, but there was nothing she could do. Then fragmented images appeared, her body gradually grew, standing among a crowd, people surrounding her, pointing fingers at her. It was so vivid. She tried to tell herself that this wasn’t her, but the pain stuck to her like a shadow, continuously amplifying.

Ah...

Abigail felt herself trapped in a box, struggling desperately, unable to get out. Before her, the images transformed into pieces; she saw herself lying on a delivery bed, a scalpel slicing into her abdomen, pain, heart-wrenching pain, despairing pain. She didn’t want to live anymore. It hurt too much...

"Stop!" Brandon saw the large beads of sweat rolling down Abigail’s forehead, her contorted face in agony, and he urgently commanded.

Doctor Curme was also panic-stricken.

The ticking of the clock abruptly ceased.

"Miss Smith, Miss Smith..."

"Ah!" Abigail suddenly pushed away the black box, sat up swiftly, screaming, and started gasping for air, like someone who had just been rescued from drowning.

"Miss Smith, are you alright?" Doctor Curme tried hard to mask the panic on his face.

Abigail did not speak. Her originally bright black eyes seemed to have lost their light; she was pale, collapsing back into the chair as if she had just returned from the brink of death.

"What... happened to me?" After a long while, Abigail finally spoke in a daze, her voice hoarse and dry, as if an old woman’s.

She herself was stunned for a moment, fragmented images flashed through her mind, but she couldn’t piece together a complete picture, her whole person felt numb.

"Sorry Miss Smith, I couldn’t help you." Doctor Curme said apologetically.

Abigail didn’t speak. Her mind was still filled with those fragments. She was sure they were not her memories, but why were they so painful?

Even after waking up, the pain still clung to her skin, as if it was all her own.

"Miss Smith..." The psychiatrist gently called Abigail.

Abigail finally came to her senses, "Ah? Oh, I’m fine, let’s stop here for today."

After speaking, Abigail stood up and left, looking somewhat disoriented.

Doctor Curme watched her back for a long time, then looked at the camera, "Mr. Piers, I do not recommend Miss Smith undergo hypnosis therapy. Forcing memory recovery might not only inflict indelible trauma on her psyche but also cause irreversible damage to her brain’s nerves."

Brandon’s face turned pale after hearing this, his hands fell limp, "Is there no other way?"

"There is, she could recover on her own, but if Master Matsumoto conducted it, the hope is very slim." Doctor Curme answered apologetically.

Brandon smiled bitterly after hearing this, "If she voluntarily wants to recover, and Matsumoto helps, will it harm her?"

Doctor Curme shook his head, "If the memories are too painful, Matsumoto’s intervention might reduce the damage, but it wouldn’t completely avoid it."

"I understand." Brandon was silent for a long time before finally uttering these four words, as if all his strength had been exhausted.

This decision was too hard for him.

But if the price of recovering Abigail was to hurt her, then what was the point of finding her?

Just seeing her sitting there in pain was unbearable for him.

If it continued, he truly didn’t know what he would do.

"Mr. Piers?" Doctor Curme waited a long time without hearing any response from the other side, somewhat concerned.

"Nothing more, do not speak of this to anyone." Brandon regained his senses, hung up the video, and leaned back on the sofa without a word for a long time.

Alex, standing not far away, was a bit worried, "Second young master..."

"How is Aunt Claudia? If she’s alright, pack up and prepare to return home." Brandon, after a silence, suddenly instructed Alex.

Alex paused, "Second young master, what about the young madam?"

"Perhaps everything as it is now is the best choice for her." Brandon remained unmoved, mumbling softly.

Alex stood there stunned, had the second young master given up?

"But Teddy..." Alex was somewhat anxious. Though he also felt this matter was difficult, the second young master had put in so much effort to find her, wouldn’t it be too much of a pity to suddenly give up? Couldn’t he consider other ways?

"I will bring him back. If Abigail decides to marry Jeffrey Foster, they will probably have children in the future. Leaving Teddy by her side may not be the best thing for her." Speaking of Abigail marrying Jeffrey and having children, Brandon felt his heart twist in pain.

But if she could truly find her own happiness, then what did all this matter?

His little chubby girl, whether known as Abigail or Abigail Green, had been yearning for love. Now she could find what she believed to be the safest love; was it not the best happiness for her?

He was too selfish, always wanting to possess her, believing that only he could give her happiness.

But in fact, perhaps with Jeffrey Foster, her happiness wouldn’t be any less.

For some reason, the more Alex heard the second young master’s calmness, the more heartfelt sorrow he felt, wishing he could rush over and kill the man who had deliberately put on lavish displays at the other end.

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If Jeffrey Foster really died, the second young master and the young madam might lose any feelings they had left.

Alex, somewhat dejected, messaged Juliet Rosa, "What’s the situation over there?"

"The young madam isn’t right. Ever since she came back, she hasn’t said a word, it’s like the soul has left her body." Juliet said worriedly.

Hearing this, Alex suddenly understood why the second young master had made such a decision, but was he really giving up this easily?