Chapter 404

The chief physician's words echoed relentlessly in his mind.

Amnesia?

How was that possible.

He had been married to Sylvia Sullivan for over twenty years.

They had spent every day together.

She had never mentioned anything like this.

Countless questions surged like a tidal wave.

They crashed against everything he thought he knew.

Albert Sullivan felt a wave of dizziness.

He returned to the Sullivan Family Estate with his wife, disgruntled and confused.

Inside the study, the Patriarch Sullivan was practicing calligraphy.

Hearing the knock, the old man frowned with displeasure.

"Enter."

Albert pushed the door open.

The Patriarch saw his younger brother, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"Albert, what is it?"

Albert walked directly to the sofa and sat down.

His thoughts were a tangled mess.

"Brother, did I... suffer from amnesia in my twenties?"

The Patriarch's calligraphy brush halted abruptly.

His sharp gaze locked onto Albert like a hawk.

"What nonsense are you thinking about now?"

Albert let out a long sigh.

"This isn't nonsense. I could never understand it. Why, as a Sullivan son, did you hold all the power while I was always kept from the core? I thought it was my own lack of ability. But today I learned it might be related to that lost memory..."

"Enough!" the Patriarch cut him off sharply. "Albert, you're becoming more foolish with age! What amnesia? I've never heard of such a thing!"

Albert, already agitated, felt his anger flare.

"Foolish? This came directly from a doctor! If it wasn't amnesia, why do I keep dreaming of unfamiliar people and events? I wake up every time with a splitting headache!"

"Ridiculous! You'd rather trust the fleeting words of an outsider than your own brother? The doctor said it was a possibility, not a certainty! Get out!"

Albert was forcibly ushered out of the study by the Patriarch.

His brother's harsh reprimand made him waver.

Could it be... there really was no amnesia?

This conflict of emotions pressed on his chest like a heavy stone, suffocating him.

He resolved silently.

Tomorrow, he would definitely go to another authoritative hospital for another examination.

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Vivian Bennett had been staying temporarily at Liam Sullivan's "Emerald Estate" villa.

Liam was busy with official duties and rarely had time to accompany her.

Under the bright glow of the crystal chandelier, Liam was bent over his desk reviewing documents.

A black pen was held between his long fingers.

His sharp profile exuded the charm of a mature man.

Vivian sat quietly nearby, playing a game on her phone.

They each attended to their own matters, yet the atmosphere was unusually harmonious and warm.

It wasn't until Liam finished his work that he swept Vivian into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.

On the soft, large bed, Liam gently held her hand.

"You went to the hospital for your cold today? What did the doctor say?"

Vivian raised a lazy eyebrow.

"Nothing serious. Just a chill. They prescribed some medicine..."