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    Dr. Brooks shifted closer to him. “Elwood, you need to settle down and focus on my voice. Those memories you’re clinging to are fabrications—nothing more than borate illusions. Forget Car. Forget those broken, false memories.”


    A sharp headache crashed through Elwood’s skull like lightning. Two opposing forces waged war within his consciousness—Dr. Brooks’mands battling against his own genuine memories that were slowly fighting their way back to the surface.


    The brainwave monitor’s disy erupted into chaotic zigzags, its rm shrieking with mechanical urgency.


    Dr. Brooks’ expression darkened with sudden concern, and he sharpened his vocalmand. “Listen carefully—when I reach the count of three, every false memory of Car will vanish from your mind forever. Count along with me, one, two…”


    At that pivotal moment, the treatment room door burst open with explosive force.


    “Dr. Brooks, we have a serious problem!” His assistant charged through the doorway, her voice cracking with panic.


    “Get out of here immediately!” Dr. Brooks’posure shatteredpletely as heunched himself from his chair, fury zing in his eyes.


    The assistant recoiled as if she had been struck, her body jerking backward in shock. Never in her years of working with him had she witnessed him disy such volcanic anger. Terror propelled her backward, and she fled, sealing the door behind her.


    Dr. Brooks turned back toward Elwood, only to find him already fully conscious. Perspiration glistened across Elwood’s brow while his expression darkened like gathering thunderclouds.


    Dread settled in Dr. Brooks’ heart.


    The n had crumbled. The hypnosis had failed.


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    Elwood now understood the terrible truth—rather than helping him recover his memories, he had been systematically erasing what little remained.


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    He lifted his gaze to meet Elwood’s stare cautiously.


    “Who orchestrated this?” Elwood’s words carried the chill of winter’s deepest night, freezing the very air between them.


    Dr. Brooks had no choice but to confess. “Your mother conceived this n. I offer my deepest apologies, Mr. Wright—I found myself with no alternative but toply with her instructions.”


    “Is that so?” Elwood’sugh emerged as a bitter sound devoid of warmth, and without uttering another syble, he rose from the chair with fluid grace and turned to leave.


    “Mr. Wright! Please, allow me to exin!” Dr. Brooks called desperately, but Elwood had already vanished beyond his reach.


    The moment solitude reimed the treatment room, Dr. Brooks seized his phone and dialed Tamara’s number with shaking fingers.


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