Chapter 904 - 474: It Should Be You Who’s Afraid 2
Who exactly is she, and who is this man in the photo? Did Joshua Hughes deceive her? Suddenly, it felt as if her brain was being sawed open, the pain piercing, her face turned pale, and sweat began to bead densely on her forehead, as the images in the photo flashed by like a carousel...
In the bathroom, enveloped in steam, was an image of a handsome man showering, water droplets splashing across the firm lines of his deep tan skin and dispersing into an alluring mist.
"Ah..." the voice was filled with fear, terror, and helplessness; it was Avery Jane.
Joshua Hughes’s eyes suddenly turned blood-red, his figure quick like a leopard, darting out of the bathroom...
He hurriedly rushed out, seeing Avery Jane collapsed on the ground, her face pale as a sheet, devoid of color in her lips. She still clutched a photo with her small hand; Joshua took one look and felt as if he had been severely struck, his handsome face turning completely pale.
The image in the photo stung Joshua Hughes’s eyes, a girl as pure as water, a boy as gentle as jade, with large fields of pink and white flowers blooming in the background. Sunlight shining on their faces, her head lightly leaning on the boy’s shoulder, serene and calm, beautiful like a painting.
Where did this photo come from? He didn’t have the time to investigate. Joshua Hughes lifted Avery Jane, his hands trembling: "Avery... Avery..." The lines of anxiety and heartache showed at the corners of his eyes.
Her gaze became chaotic and disoriented, she couldn’t even speak.
The hospital at night was still brightly lit; Avery Jane had been taken into the emergency room for some time now. Joshua Hughes paced back and forth in the corridor, cigarette after cigarette burned at his fingertips, silently praying in his heart, hoping she wouldn’t be too shocked, please don’t.
He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if she remembered everything from the past; she would leave him, and that feeling was unbearable.
The phone number written on the back of the photo was not unfamiliar, it was Brian Yates’s.
He never expected this; he had tried so hard to keep her close, yet somehow, this photo accidentally ended up in front of her.
Judging by the situation, she had just seen it, she hadn’t called Brian Yates’s number yet, which meant there was still hope, he still had a chance to turn things around. As long as she hadn’t recalled. Even using one lie to cover another was exhausting, yet he endured it willingly. Every extra day with her was a day of happiness.
The watch on his wrist seemed almost pierced through by the man’s burning gaze. After a long time, the doctor finally came out of the emergency room. Joshua Hughes quickly stepped forward, his voice hoarse: "How is my wife?"
Two authoritative doctors from the hospital arrived, along with a chief surgeon: "Mrs. Hughes’s body hasn’t shown any issues. I mentioned last time, if she undergoes severe stress, she could easily experience headaches or fainting. Now, her vital signs are normal. We can only assess when she wakes up."
"Will she recover her memory?" Joshua Hughes hesitated for a moment before asking.
"It’s possible; I’ve said that everything can only be determined when she wakes up." The doctor, alongside the nurse, pointed out some precautions, since this patient couldn’t be taken lightly.
Joshua Hughes pushed the door open and went inside; she lay on the bed, without a trace of a patient’s weariness and disorder.
Clean, but her complexion was just far too pale, so white it seemed it was about to turn transparent.
His breathing became heavier, his chest felt as if pressed by a large stone, inexplicably suffocating. During this time, she had completely trusted him, relied on him, yet he had failed to provide her with the most comprehensive protection, letting such a photo appear before her.
Now, he had to prepare for two possibilities. The best was that she was merely shocked but hadn’t remembered, then surely someone would support the act to its conclusion. But there’s also a possibility she had recalled everything from the past. Suddenly, Joshua Hughes felt an overwhelming wave of pain flooding his heart, the crystallization of suffering gathered deep in his pupils like a mournful ocean. Could he let her go?