Chapter 93

“Selective amnesia?” Bradley said coldly, “Is it an illness?”

“Strictly speaking, it’s not considered an illness,” the doctor explained slowly, “In fact, it’s the brain’s self –

defense mechanism. When a person experiences a reality that they cannot accept, the brain instinctivel y chooses to avoid it.

“This avoidance manifests as selectively forgetting painful memories. In some cases, the brain may even create false memories d ue to the extreme pain experienced. I’m not entirely sure what memories Ms. Quill currently has, but if we want to further confirm it, we need to conduct a more detailed psychological examination.”

Bradley furrowed his eyebrows slightly and asked coldly, ” Then tell her the truth.”

“Mr. Bradley, you can choose to tell her the truth but not right now.” The doctor slowly tried to persuade Bradley. “Ms. Quill has just awakened from a coma. If we tell her the truth now, it’s highly likely that her memories will become distorted and confused, leading to irreparable consequences. My personal recommendation is that we conduct a more detailed examination on her first and then confirm the next steps of treatment.”

Bradley was decisive and efficient in business matters. When faced with Esther’s situation, similarly, he was not indecisive or caught in a dilemma. “Find a psychologist to hypnotize her and awaken her mem ories.”

The doctor quickly rejected Bradley’s proposal and said in a Chapter Gh low voice, “Mr. Bradley, I don’t recommend seeking psychological intervention from a psychologist at this time. The fact that she has chosen to forget that p eriod of her life indicates that those memories are something she cannot accept. If a psychologist forcef ully awakens those memories and she cannot handle it, it can lead to extreme and irreparable consequences.”

Bradley’s expression was calm, but there was a sense of struggle in the depth of his eyes.

If forgetting the past was her choice, should he respect her decision?

In the end, he said, “I understand.”

The doctor asked again, “Should I arrange for a psychological assessment for Ms. Quill?”

“Sure.” Bradley nodded in agreement with the doctor’s suggestion.

He stood at the door of the ward and took a deep breath to adjust his mindset calmly before he pushed the door open to enter the room.

Felix and Esther were chatting inside the ward, sitting side by side. There was an unprecedented fondness in Felix’s expression.

Felix sensed Bradley’s return and hesitantly called out, ‘ Daddy.”

“Felix, go back to your own room,” said Bradley.

Before Felix could respond, Esther held him tightly. She fixed her sparkling eyes on Bradley and slightly parted her cherry lips as she said, “My son’s not going anywhere.”

Bradley was about to say that Felix was not her son but went silent upon recalling the doctor’s words.

“Daddy, when can Mommy and I leave the hospital?”

Bradley cleared his throat and said solemnly, “Whenever the doctor says you can leave the hospital.”

Felix hugged Esther’s arm and pleaded, “Mommy, let’s get the doctor to examine you to see if you’re alright. If the doctor says you’re fine, then we can leave the hospital and go home, okay?”

Esther smiled, her eyes brimming with happiness. “I’ll listen to my son.”

Felix was even more excited and kissed Esther’s cheek lightly, saying softly, “Mommy is the best!”