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Torn Between Love and Hate novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Memory Recovery 

There were very few people in Richmond who didn’t know Joseph. The assistant doctor’s attitude was clearly chilly, and it was evident that he saw through Joseph’s true intentions for coming to seek medical attention. 

As Joseph entered, he greeted Norman with a smile. 

Norman sat at his desk and said bluntly, “Mr. Black, you may have come to the wrong place. I’m here to treat patients.” 

Norman was wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He had a cold and elegant temperament. 

The Moxley family’s genes were excellent. Norman was not as chiseled features as his brother, Steven, but both were equally 

impeccable. 

Norman’s grandfather was from Yolanda, and his grandmother and parents were all domestic nationals. 

The three brothers’ features were all very distinctive and attractive. 

Such looks were naturally valuable and marketable, just like Adrian, who lazily wandered about the entertainment circle without any 

ambition. 

Even without relying on the Moxley family’s background, he could easily succeed by his appearance, effortlessly winning the best 

actor award. 

Joseph calmly pulled out a thick stack of medical records and handed them to Norman. “I have been plagued by men tal illness for many years now, and I have seen many doctors here before.” 

“Dr. Norman, please do not misunderstand me. I am sincerely asking for your help today.” 

Norman took the records skeptically, looked them over, and looked incredulous. 

Norman quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Black. I am narrow-mindedness and speak rashly.” 

Joseph smiled and replied, “It doesn’t matter.” He knew in his heart that he had ulterior motives to come here. 

But since Joseph had pretended to come for treatment, he had to put on a show. 

Joseph had seen psychologists for so many years, but he had never been cured, and his memory had never recovered. 

If Norman couldn’t find a way to treat him this time, Joseph would have sufficient reason to come back 

Norman carefully reviewed Joseph’s medical records, occasionally asking him a few simple questions. 

Joseph answered Norman’s questions politely. And then, he complained, “Over the years, I always remember the day my mother had her accident” 

‘The thing that bothered me the most was that I had a feeling that I had done something important before I rushed to the scene of my mother’s accident. And there was also someone else significant for me that I can’t recall.” 

Norman listened intently, and Joseph continued, “It may not even be something that important or someone so significant.” 

“It’s just that my brain can’t stop thinking about it, and that’s what’s been truly troubling me.” 

“I don’t need to complete my memory. So my requirement is, If I can’t recall my memory, is there a way for me to forget that memory and stop being troubled by it?” 

Norman replied sternly. “Since you always can’t help thinking about it, it’s very likely that you subconsciously know that it’s very important.” 

“Mr. Black, why do you want to forget? Don’t you fear missing out on something that you care about?” 

Joseph joked, “Dr. Norman, you probably know me, I am a businessman, and I only care about benefits. The person and incident from eleven years ago are not that important to me.” 

Furthermore, Joseph had tried recovering his memories for the past eleven years and had seen countless psychologists, all to no 

avail. 

Since that was the case, forgetting everything cleanly and living in peace was a better option for Joseph. 

Norman glanced at the time and said, “If you’re not in a hurry to leave, I can try hypnosis on you and see if it helps recover your 

memories?” 

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Joseph didn’t mind, and he nodded. “We can take a try. Thank you, Dr. Norman.” 

Joseph’s primary motivation was not to come for treatment, so he didn’t care. 

Furthermore, Joseph didn’t expect Norman could cure his illness. And he thought it would be ridiculous if Norman could help him to restore his memory after 11 years. 

Joseph stood up and followed him into the treatment room. 

Norman was going to hypnotize him. Joseph was already familiar with the process. With the help of the hypnosis, his consciousness slowly dissipated. 

Norman said something next to him. Joseph felt a familiar sense of sinking, and his body seemed to be slowly falling down. 

The sound of crying began to ring in his ears again. 

This time, it wasn’t just crying. He also heard her voice. 

“She left me on the mountain, and I watched them drive away.” 

“The rain was too heavy. I couldn’t see the road and fell.” 

“I want to sleep, and I can’t keep my eyes open.” 

The sound of the strong wind and rain became clearer and clearer. 

Joseph even began to feel the chill of the wind blowing on his body and the wetness of the raindrops hitting his face. 

Her tears fell on his neck, and the warmth turned into wisps of coolness, flowing down his neck and into his clothes. 

She couldn’t stop crying and kept sobbing in his ear. 

“She said my mom was a bad person who took my dad away, so she wanted me to die on the mountain. No one likes me, not even 

my mom.” 

Those crying and talking voices were fragmented but exceptionally clear. 

Suddenly, Joseph heard his own voice again, “Don’t fall asleep. If you die, they will live happily. You have to live well and watch them 

die one by one.” 

“But I want to sleep. My eyelids are drooping. Can you sing to me? My mom never sang to me.” 

“I don’t know how to sing ” 

“Hasn’t your mother sung you a song before?” 

“I’ll teach you a song. Don’t fall asleep.” 

“Are you hungry? When we get to the hospital, I’ll buy the soup for you from your favorite restaurant.” 

“Okay.” 

His memory suddenly became clearer, and then a turn in the scene, Shawn’s voice suddenly sounded. “Please come back quickly. Something happened to your mother.” 

And then, he saw some memory fragments about the spilled soup and the chaotic fire. 

Under hypnosis, Joseph’s emotions showed signs of discomfort and resistance. 

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