The doctor listened to Kieran''s exnation, then nced at L''s medical report.
"Mr. Morgan, there''s no need to be overly concerned. The patient suffered a head injury, and there was some blood clotting. Memory confusion isn''t umon in cases like this."
Kieran nodded but rified, "It''s not just simple memory confusion. She doesn''t remember her friends, but she knows I''m her husband.
"We''ve been married for less than a year, and we don''t have children. But in her memory, we have a daughter."
The doctor''s brows furrowed slightly.
After a brief moment of thought, he asked, "Could she have recently watched something-maybe a TV show, a novel, or heard about a friend having a child?
"If her memory is jumbled, she might have internalized those scenes and mistaken them for her own reality."
Kieran considered this, but he had no idea what L had been reading or watchingtely.
Had he been paying too little attention to her?
"Mr. Morgan, don''t overthink it. The patient is not in any critical condition. The memory confusion needs to be monitored, but there''s no serious cause for concern. Give it time, it should resolve on its own."
Kieran nodded just as his phone buzzed.
It was a message from Cole, summarizing everything that had happened-how L had risked her life to save the mother and child.
Kieran ryed the information to the doctor.
Understanding dawned on the doctor''s face, his expression even carrying a hint of respect. L looks delicate, and he wouldn''t have expected her to be so brave.
"That exins a lot. For most people, witnessing life and death firsthand is deeply traumatic. Her memory confusion likely stems from experiencing that mother''s death.
"The emotional shock anchored her thoughts to the mother and child. While unconscious, those memories must have reyed over and over until, eventually, she subconsciously reced the mother''s role with herself."
Kieran understood the logic, but how was he supposed to fix it?
For once, he felt genuinely unsure.
"Mr. Morgan, I wouldn''t rmend telling her the truth outright. Right now, we can''t fully assess her psychological state.
"My suggestion is to go along with her version of events while engaging her in familiar activities. That way, we can gradually trigger her real memories."
Kieran nodded, slowly processing the advice.
Familiar activities? That wouldn''t be a problem.
But going along with her thoughts?
Where the hell was he supposed to find a child?
There was one more problem-did L remember what the child looked like?
If she did, he couldn''t just find any random child to y the part.
Kieran had faced international
political pressure against Morgan Group without breaking a sweat. Yet now a single imaginary child had left himpletely at a loss.
Meanwhile, inside the hospital room, L and Amelia were still locked in a silent stare-off.
After a
silence.
. Joyce, why are
at me? Do I owe you
or something?"
Amelia didn''t move. She kept staring, still searching for any sign that L was just messing with her.
But that
Van''t seem right. If L was
just trying to scare her, fine-but she
had
I Kieran to she
s to sw
Something was off.
Finally, Amelia nodded. "Yeah. You owe me a little money."
L pressed her lips together. She knew it.
Amelia''s gaze looked like a debt collector''s.
"How much? I''ll pay you back when I have the money."
Amelia smiled sweetly. "Not much. Just 20..."
"20 dors isn''t bad." L nodded. "I''ll make sure to pay you back as soon as I''m discharged."
Amelia raised an eyebrow. "...million."
L froze.
How much?
20... million?
"Ms. Joyce, are you joking?"
Because this wasn''t funny.
Even if she sold herself, she wouldn''t be worth 20 million.
So how could she have borrowed 20 million?
Amelia grinned. "No joke. Your husband borrowed it."