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    As expected, Christina’s attention veered immediately. She hurriedly held onto him. “There’s no need to buy a new one. If you want to give me a supercar, just pick one from your garage when we get back.”


    “Alright then, let’s go home,”.


    Dn replied, his eyes brightening as he tugged at her to leave.


    “We’ll head to the hospital first, and then we’ll go home,”.


    Christina said with patient firmness.


    Dn froze in ce, refusing to move or answer.


    “Be good. Let’s go to the hospital for a check-up.”.


    Christina reached out, brushing her hand gently over his head.<fn97ba> Fresh chapters posted on f?ndnovel</fn97ba>


    “Okay.”.


    Dn nodded at once, though he struggled to hide the grin tugging at his lips.


    Taking his chance, heced his fingers through hers again, and together, they got into the car.


    Only once the engine started did Christina allow herself a quiet sigh of relief. Thankfully, nothing too extravagant had caught her attention on the way. If she had so much as nced at anything shy, Dn would have been ready to hand it to her without hesitation.


    They arrived at the hospital soon after. A full round of tests revealed nothing out of the ordinary in Dn’s condition.


    Still uneasy about possibleplications, Christina refused to let him leave the hospital; she insisted he stay for further observation. “We’ll remain here a little longer, and once everything checks out, we can go home,”.


    she said softly, holding his hand and patting it with gentle reassurance.


    “Alright,”.


    Dn agreed with a nod.


    Later that night, Chloe asked, lifting her hand and pointing at herself, “Do you know who I am?”


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    Dn shook his head. “No idea.”


    “What about them?”.


    Chloe shoved the Hubbard siblings toward him.


    “I don’t know them either,”.


    Dn said with another shake of his head. Then, raising his hand, he clung tightly to Christina’s and leaned closer against her arm.


    All the while, Dn was sneaking nces at Elliott, carefully gauging his expression.


    Elliott’s face had grown visibly tense, his eyes locked on them. It looked as if he wanted to intervene, yet didn’t know how.


    Christina didn’t notice anything unusual, as she had unconsciously gotten used to Dn’s constant habit of holding her hand.


    “Oh no, oh no! My brother really doesn’t remember anything—and he seems a bit… retarded!”.


    Chloe cried dramatically, lifting her face toward the ceiling.


    “You’re the retarded one here!”.


    Dn shot back with a quick retort.


    “See? His tone, his expression, his reaction… This is not Dn,”.


    Chloe dered. Then, as though struck by a sudden realization, she rushed to his bedside and jabbed a finger at him, her eyes zing. “I don’t care what you are—get out of my brother’s body!”


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