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The autumn evening breeze carried a hint of chill.
As soon as my phone was fixed, I sent a message to Dr. Song, [I’d like to try the hypnotherapy you mentioned before.]
Dr. Song quickly replied, [After hypnosis, you will lose some memories.]
[Also, a family member needs to sign a consent form to ensure someone will take care of you during your recovery period.]
My gaze fell on the words “family member“, and I couldn’t help but smile bitterly, unable to think of anyone who could sign the consent form for me.
I kept scrolling through my contacts, my finger hovering over one profile picture, hesitating to click on it.
Unexpectedly, the profile picture suddenly shook, and a message popped up, [I’m back in the country today. Would you like to have dinner?]
I quickly replied, agreeing on a place to meet.
Looking out at the scenery, my thoughts drifted far away.
Jason was the son of my sign language teacher. Because I often went to his house for lessons, we became quite familiar with each other.
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me, saying his mother teaching me sign language was a waste.
I fought back using sign language, saying all sorts of nasty things.
Later, he went abroad to study, and I thought we would never see each other again.
I didn’t expect him to return to the country. After not seeing each other for several years, he had matured a lot, giving off an unapproachable aura when not smiling.
I went straight to the point, using sign language to ask him, [Can you… pretend to be my family member and sign for me?]
His expression froze. After learning the whole story, his hands clenched tightly, as if trying hard to suppress something.
“Are you sure about this?”
I nodded lightly. What use were these memories to me anyway? Besides, after the memories were suppressed, I would be able to speak again.
“Alright.”
When I returned to the Jiang family mansion, it was already evening. My things had been carelessly thrown in the hallway of the villa.
Ethan glanced at me coldly, “Rachel, don’t say I’m not giving you face. From now on, you’ll live in the guest room.”
I nodded lightly. He hadn’t expected me to be so calm and looked me up and down.
I would forget about him soon anyway, so what did it matter where I lived?
Suddenly, a small dog ran out of the house. I froze, instinctively grabbing Ethan’s arm.
He frowned in displeasure and shook off my hand roughly.
“Rachel, know your place.”
His force was so strong that I hadn’t reacted in time and fell to the ground, pain shooting through my wrist.
I had been afraid of dogs since childhood, and the boy who once said he would protect me for life had now let go of my hand.
A flash of regret crossed his eyes, and he reached out to help me up.
I pretended not to see it and struggled to my feet, ignoring the pain.
Olivia came out of the room, clinging to Ethan’s arm and pouting.
“Little Darling doesn’t like being confined. Can we give it a bigger room?”
Ethan fondly ruffled her hair, “Alright, let’s give the newly cleaned guest room to Little Darling.”
“Rachel, you’ll move to the basement.”
How laughable. In his eyes, I was worth less than a stray dog they had adopted.
While packing my things, I suddenly smelled something strange.
Following the scent, I saw a large yellow stain on a red coat.
This coat was a birthday gift from Ethan. Because my birthday was on the same day as my uncle and aunt’s death anniversary, my parents didn’t allow me to celebrate.
Ethan had secretly given me the coat, earnestly telling me, “Rachel, I’ll be with you for every birthday from now on.
Apparently, promises only count when there’s love.
