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    The doctor told the nurse to bring Ste for an IV drip, then turned to Marc and said, “Mr. Walsh, pleasee with me.”


    Inside the doctor’s office, Marc could hardly sit still. His palms were damp, his voice unsteady as he spoke.


    “Doctor, could this be a reaction from the drug she was injected with before? Is it serious? Will it leave anysting harm?”


    The doctor eased into his chair, his tone steady and reassuring. “You don’t need to panic, Mr. Walsh. What she’s”


    Experiencing is a natural response. When suppressed memories begin to resurface due to external triggers, the body often reacts with difort. It’s normal under these circumstances.”


    Marc felt the ground shift beneath him. So it was because of that.


    “Then… does that mean she’ll eventually regain everything she’s forgotten?”


    The doctor adjusted his sses before replying. “I can’t promise that. It will depend on her condition.”


    Marc sat rigidly in his chair, his fingers tightening and loosening over his knees as if trying to crush the unease building inside him. Atst, his voice came out low and deliberate.


    “If I don’t want her to go through this pain every time, is there a way to stop those memories from returning?”


    The doctor blinked, taken aback by the question, and slowly lifted his gaze to study him.


    Meeting the man’s eyes, Marc spoke with quiet resolve. “You don’t need to worry. Just tell me what to do. I’ll take care of everything and make sure your name neveres up. I only want her to live peacefully. If the price is her past, then I’m willing to let it go.”


    Marc’s words carried a desperate sincerity that left little room for doubt. To the doctor, it was clear—whatever Ste had forgotten must have been tied to him.


    After a long silence, the doctor leaned back, ncing around the room before speaking in a hushed tone. “There is a method, but the drug you’re asking about isn’t approved here. It’s only obtainable overseas.”


    A faint gleam flickered in Marc’s eyes. “Going abroad won’t be a problem.”


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    His studio had been thrivingtely, especially after Ste’s new patent brought in steady ie. And even if funds ran short, he could always find a way—sell an asset, take out a loan, whatever it took.


    After leaving the doctor’s office, Marc stepped into the ward.


    The moment Ste heard his footsteps, she turned toward him, her eyes filled with worry. When she saw him, a wave of relief washed over her.


    “Marc, what did the doctor say?”


    Marc walked to her side and brushed his hand gently through her hair, his voice soft and reassuring. “The doctor said there’s nothing to worry about. You’ve just woken up after being asleep for two years. Feeling a little disoriented ispletely normal.”


    Ste gave a faint nod, though her expression stayed distant. The fragments in her mind—those half-formed memories—still refused to make sense.


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