âOkayâ¦â I sighed in disappointment because the path led nowhere.
However, Andrewâs next words stopped me in my tracks.
âDebra, as far as Iâm aware, all half-blood witches currently live with pureblood witches.
However, I investigated you when you were in a coma.
It looks like you are not a local.
I couldnât find any information about you.
â
I was taken aback.
How was this possible?
It all seemed confusing.
Who was I? How did I end up here? Most importantly, how did I give birth in the wilderness?
Thousands of questions flooded my mind, causing a headache so intense that felt like thousands of needles were piercing my skull.
Unable to withstand it anymore, I cried out in pain.
âAh!â
I clasped my head in my hands, feeling each nerve pulsating, causing bursts of pain.
âWho am I? Who am I really? Why am I here?â
Ivy was distressed to see me in this state.
âDear, donât think too much.
Letâs discuss it after you recover.
Iâm as confused as you are.
I donât understand whatâs happening.
But there is always a reason behind everything.
Letâs take it slow.
One step at a time, okay?â
Andrew, too, was startled by my anguish.
âDebra, please donât worry.
I will send people to investigate your identity and past.
I will definitely inform you as soon as I find any information.
â
Despite the unbearable pain, I hadnât lost my senses.
Grateful for his assurance, I managed to thank him.
âThank you, Mr.
Pierce.
Thatâs incredibly kind of you.
I was too impulsive earlier, doubting you.
I even attempted to attack you.
Please forgive me.
â
However, Andrew was kind enough to understand me.
âItâs okay.
I understand the pain of losing memory and not being able to recall anything.
Itâs natural for you to get defensive.
â
However, before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.
A nurse entered the room with a tray that contained medicines.
âMr.
Pierce, itâs time to change the patientâs dressings.
Could you please step outside?â
Andrew nodded and stood up.
âSure, go ahead.
â
Then, he turned and smiled at me.
âDebra, Iâll take my leave now.
â
Debraâs POV:
âWait!â I called out as Andrew turned to leave.
My voice trembled with urgency.
âMr.
Pierce, can I see my child? I need to see her.
â
Andrew stopped at my plea.
A knot formed in my stomach.
My memory was a blank slate, yet a powerful.
maternal instinct surged within me.
I yearned to see my childâs face, to know she was safe after my days of unconsciousness.
Andrew seemed to sense my worry.
He turned back, a gentle smile softening his features.
âDebra, donât worry.
Iâve already arranged it.
After the nurse changes your dressing, sheâll bring your child.
Just a little longer, alright?â
Surprise flickered across my face.
Heâd already taken care of it.
âAlrightâ¦â I conceded.