Chapter 11
Matthew's heart clenched violently, his pupils shrinking as if an invisible hand had gripped him tightly.
"What... are you talking about?"
His voice was low, trembling with suppressed rage, as he struggled to process the butler's shocking revelation.
"Sir, please stay calm. Go see for yourself-it's better than taking my word for it," the butler said with a mixture of sincerity and helplessness.
Taking a deep breath, Matthew tried to steady the turmoil in his chest. Finally, he followed the butler and made his way to the hospital, the weight in his heart growing heavier with every step.
When they arrived, Matthew wasted no time. He pushed open the door to the hospital room with urgency, his voice trembling as he called out:]
"Daphne..."
On the bed, Daphne slowly lifted her head. Those once warm and smiling eyes now reflected only confusion.
She frowned slightly. "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"
Matthew's heart sank to the bottom of an abyss. He stared at Daphne, stunned, the woman whose gaze had once been so familiar now looked at him like a stranger.
Suppressing the shock coursing through him, Matthew stepped closer, placing his hands gently on Daphne's shoulders. His voice softened to a whisper, the sound of his own heartbeat almost drowning out his words:]
"Daphne, it's me. Matthew. I'm your husband. Do you really not r e m e m b e r m e ? "
Daphne shook her head, her eyes filled with confusion. "I'm sorry, I don't know you."
A sharp pain pierced Matthew's heart, as if needles were stabbing into his very soul. He stumbled back a few steps before rushing out of the room, his voice frantic as he cornered a nurse in the hallway.
"What's going on? Why is she like this?"
The nurse quickly explained, "Are you Ms. Walker's family? She underwent a memory erasure procedure two days ago at our hospital..."
"Memory erasure?!" Matthew's voice shot up, cutting her off. He could hardly believe what he was hearing.
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