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There were many children playing in the yard. I noticed a little boy who was trying hard to sign something, but no one around him understood.
He looked dejected and fell silent, standing quietly to the side. Even though it had nothing to do with me, I felt a slight pain in my heart.
I approached him, tapped his shoulder, and signed, [What’s wrong?]
He seemed to see that I knew sign language and started signing back, his eyes full of a desire to communicate, [That ball is mine but
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I nodded and briefly explained the situation to the others. The person sheepishly handed the ball to me.
What was a simple matter for others was very difficult for deaf–mutes because their language was different from most people’s.
I handed the ball to the little boy and he politely signed thank you to me.
Jacon handed me a bottle of water, thoughtfully having already opened it. I took a couple of sips and asked him a question, “Did I know sign language before?
He was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting me to ask this question, and nodded.
“But I can clearly speak and hear, so why did I learn sign language?”
He recalled what the doctor had said, “Hypnotherapy only hides some memories, but everything you’ve experienced can’t be erased.”
“That means she might remember those memories again in a few days, years, or decades.”
“We hope that by that time, her life experience will be enough to handle these painful memories.”
He thought for a long time before slightly curling his lips, “Why do you need to get an answer? Sometimes it’s better for people to remain a bit confused.”
He hoped to do his best to keep me away from those painful memories, as far away as possible.
Ethan didn’t know how he got back to the Jiang family villa.
Seeing him return, Olivia immediately went to greet him.
She didn’t notice the fierceness in Ethan’s eyes and softly coaxed, “Ethan, when are we going to get our marriage certificate?”
The housekeeper chimed in at the right moment, “Mr. Jiang, Miss Olivia has made all your favorite dishes. You two really get along well.”
Olivia becoming the mistress of the Jiang family was just a matter of time. She had intended to compliment the couple, but found Ethan’s face terrifyingly gloomy. She quickly shut her mouth, not daring to say another word.
Ethan grabbed Olivia’s neck, his eyes bloodshot, “Olivia, you still have the nerve to mention marriage? Are you proud of taking credit for someone else’s work?”
His grip was so strong that Olivia’s face quickly turned purple. It took several servants together to pull the enraged Ethan away.
Olivia gasped for fresh air, her voice trembling, “I didn’t lie to you. I took care of you for three years.”
Ethan laughed coldly, “Is that so? It seems your memory isn’t very good. Shall we watch the surveillance footage together?”
Olivia’s face instantly turned pale, and she blurted out, “How is that possible? Weren’t all the surveillance videos deleted?”
She realized what she had said too late and hurriedly covered her mouth.
Ethan slapped her face hard, sending her stumbling to the ground.
Olivia crawled over and grabbed his pant leg, tears falling in large drops, “Ethan, I was wrong. I just love you too much!”
Ethan turned and instructed the servants to pack up her belongings. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the housekeeper standing stiffly, not moving.
He slowly walked over, his smile not reaching his eyes, “Housekeeper, I remember you arranged the party, right?”
The housekeeper fell to his knees in fear, “It was all Miss Olivia’s idea. She said this was the only way to make you marry her.”
“Miss Olivia also said if I didn’t do this, you would fire me after you got married.”
Olivia, her hair disheveled, looked like a madwoman, pointing at the housekeeper and cursing loudly.
1:02 PM
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