Chapter 161 That Is Her Daughter
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Evelyn felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, immediately responded with an “all right,” and was ready to leave.
Deborah, who was lying in bed, suddenly reached out a hand to feel the edge of the bed.
“Are you still drinking, Eve? You can’t be done already! Have some more, and later I’ll ask Joseph to give you a raise!”
het face while stealthily reaching behind her to pinch Deborah’s arm.
Evelyn forced a panicked smile
“Mr Black, please please let me explain. Ms. Shepherd didn’t drink much.”
She originally bought some peanut fruit, but then Deborah said she wanted to watch TV.
Turning on the TV, she saw another soccer match was on. Unable to resist the temptation of getting paid while watching the game, Evelyn agreed.
As a result, the atmosphere reached this point, and it seemed as if the beer had grown legs and made its way here on
its own.
Deborah
pinched and jolted awake.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw a rather large Joseph standing by the bed, staring at her.
Beside her, there was Evelyn, who was weak, helpless, and frightened.
Deborah was now fully awake, tree from both sleepiness and the effects of alcohol, and immediately sat up straight.
Seeing her trying to get up, Joseph couldn’t stay angry anymore. He quickly walked over and supported her back.
Deborah gave Evelyn a look, signaling her to leave.
She looked at Joseph with a wronged expression on her face, “That man was so cruel. He hit me and even slapped my face. My face is swollen now, just look at it.”
Her face was indeed flushed red, but the main reason was not the slap, but the alcohol.
Upon hearing her words and looking at her face, Joseph felt more and more that her swelling was indeed severe.
He looked at her with great discomfort, reaching out to cover her face with his hand. “Has a doctor seen you? Are there any other injuries? How serious are they, and do they still hurt?”
Seeing that the timing was just about right, Evelyn immediately put the pedal to the metal, running even faster than a
rabbit.
Deborah glanced at Evelyn as she disappeared from sight, responding, “I checked it out, but I didn’t quite catch the
details.
It seems like they mentioned something about me needing psychotherapy or something like that. Why don’t you go
see a doctor and ask for more information?”
Seeing that Joseph wasn’t leaving, she urged him, “You should go quickly. The doctor just came by and asked when
the family members would arrive.”
Joseph wasn’t sure which word he heard, but his mood visibly improved. He patted her head and said, “All right, I’ll go first. If you need me, just give me a call.”
Deborah nodded repeatedly, “All right.”
As soon as he left, Deborah immediately picked up the beer battle from the bedside table, along with the few others in
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The trash bag, and threw them all into the large trash can outside the hospital room.
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She returned to the ward and quickly cleaned up the fruit peels and peanut shells on the bedside table.
When Joseph returned, he saw that Deborah was still lying weakly in bed.
The bedside table was empty, and Joseph had forgotten what he had seen when he first entered the room.
He went out to consult a doctor, and the doctor advised him that Deborah should undergo psychotherapy to recover
her memory.
This is for Deborah’s sake, as Deborah is now showing signs of regaining her memory.
Regardless of whether one undergoes psychotherapy or not, almost everyone will think about their past experiences.
Through psychotherapy, one can achieve a direct and efficient recovery. If all goes well, it can significantly reduce the pain associated with gradually regaining one’s memory.
Joseph sat down by the bedside, feeling somewhat distracted.
In the past, not allowing Deborah to regain her memory was for her own good, so naturally, he didn’t have any reason to feel hesitant or uneasy.
But now, things are different.
He couldn’t possibly be selfish and not consider her well-being, but deep down, he was still quite worried about
certain things.
In these three years that he spent day and night with Deborah, she was suffering from amnesia.
Deborah looked at her and said aloud, “I saw Alyssa on the plane today.
I feel so familiar with her, as if I can vaguely recall something. Sometimes I’m holding her, and sometimes she’s
crying in front of me. Who is she? Is she my child?”
Joseph looked at her intensely as if something was stuck in his throat, suddenly unable to make a sound.
His first reaction was to wonder who had let her meet Alyssa. Wasn’t this bound to happen sooner or later?
That was her daughter, and as mother and daughter, they were bound to meet one day.
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