Broken Vows and Buried Twins novel Chapter 131

"Based on my initial assessment, the child's memory confusion isn't caused by any physical or functional impairment. We're looking at a trauma-induced psychological block," the specialist explained, his tone measured. "He needs a child psychologist. However, given how physically weak he is right now, I strongly suggest prioritizing his physical recovery. If his memory doesn't return once he's healed, we can look into active psychological intervention."

Outside the hospital room, Julian and Hester stood in heavy silence.

Caden had mistaken Hester for the mother in his memories. This meant that, subconsciously, Hester was the person he trusted most in the world.

As for Melody Monroe, Caden hadn't mentioned her once since waking up. When Hester had gently asked if he remembered how he got hurt, the little boy had simply shaken his head, his eyes wide and innocent.

He had completely blocked out the trauma. He forgot how he fell, he forgot that Melody pushed him, and he forgot Melody altogether.

Coupled with the doctor's assessment, it was a textbook case of PTSD.

Being pushed down a flight of stairs by the 'mother' he trusted most was a devastating, world-shattering betrayal for a five-year-old.

Pulling himself from his thoughts, Julian looked at the doctor. "Is there a chance he'll recover his memories on his own?"

The doctor sighed, shaking his head helplessly. "Cases like this are rare in clinical practice, and the manifestations are highly atypical. A child psychologist would be able to give you a more accurate prognosis."

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After the doctor left, Julian turned to Hester, his expression deadly serious. "You heard the doctor. In Caden's current reality, you are the mother he trusts."

Hester pressed her lips together. She looked resigned, yet resolute. "Don't worry. Caden saved my life, and I'm not cruel enough to abandon him when he needs care. Until he recovers, I'll play along and help keep him stable."

Julian stared at her. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he murmured, "Thank you."

"Save your gratitude. I have a condition."

Julian's brow furrowed. "What condition?"

"I want Gael Montgomery brought back."

A mandatory three-year contract was essentially indentured servitude.

"I can't agree to that," Hester fired back. "Gael is an adult. She has no obligation to sell her soul to your company just for my sake."

"Perhaps not. But aren't you two best friends?" Julian smiled faintly, his gaze locking onto hers with chilling detachment. "Let's use this opportunity to see if Gael Montgomery turns out just like Melody Monroe."

Hester's hands balled into fists. "You are truly despicable, Julian."

"You trust people too easily, Hester," he replied coldly. "Consider this a lesson."

Hester didn't bother arguing.

She knew she was out of moves. Threatening him with an abortion wouldn't work; knowing Julian's ruthless nature, he would likely just lock her up under constant surveillance until she gave birth.

When Julian Weston made up his mind, no one could change it.