Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 645

"My heart hurts, and my head aches," Dewey Todd said, clutching his head with one hand and pressing the other against his chest.

"Grandpa, are you remembering something? Don't force yourself. Let's take it slow." She couldn't bear to see the old man in pain.

"Grandpa, listen to me. Come on, let's take a deep breath. Follow my lead. Exhale, inhale. That's right, perfect. Let's do it again. Deep breath."

She gently guided him, helping her grandfather calm his emotions.

He must have been triggered by seeing her mother's photo and the necklace.

This was a good sign. It meant he would slowly remember.

But looking at how much pain he was in now, she knew they couldn't rush it.

The more anxious they were, the harder it would be for his memory to return.

And they couldn't force his memory to recover, or they might accidentally trigger neural damage or cause other medical complications.

Under his granddaughter's guidance, Dewey took several deep breaths, slowly calming down. Once he stopped trying to remember, both his head and his heart stopped hurting.

"Grandpa, are you feeling better?"

"Much better. Just now, some chaotic fragments flashed through my mind. They might be my past memories."

"Grandpa, don't rush it. You'll experience more moments like this in the future. Just let nature take its course. Remember what you can, and don't try to force what you can't. One day, you'll get your memory back."

"Alright, Grandpa understands. You said your mother's name was Clara Todd?" Dewey looked back at the photo on the tombstone.

"Yes, Mom told me you chose that name for her."

"You look a lot like your mother."

"Yeah, Mom was very beautiful, so I look like her."

Stella gazed at the photo on the headstone, a wave of melancholy washing over her again.

If only her mother were still alive. They could have had a complete family reunion!

After speaking to her mother for a while longer, Stella prepared to take her grandfather home.

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