Chapter 613

Chapter 613:

The man’s face twisted in bewilderment. He was clearly baffled by the name he had just heard.

Everyone stood frozen, trying to grasp what was happening. This was definitely Zahir, but he seemed to have forgotten who he was.

The captain leaned in, his voice steady. “What’s your name, then?”

“My name is…” The man hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

He stared off into the distance, watching the clouds drift by as if searching for something lost. His name seemed to slip away, just out of reach.

Madisyn observed him closely and spoke up. “Zahir has amnesia. He doesn’t remember.”

“Amnesia?” Andrew’s expression tightened with concern, his worry for Zahir evident.

The captain felt a wave of disbelief. It was like something out of a drama—Zahir hadn’t just disappeared; he had lost all memory of himself.

Determined to help, the captain lifted the phone higher. “Zahir, do you recognize this person?”

Zahir and Andrew had shared a strong friendship, a bond that felt unbreakable over the years.

When Zahir’s eyes fell on Andrew’s face on the screen, something stirred inside him, like a long-hidden memory trying to break free. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head, and he pressed his hands to his temples, seeking relief.

“Zahir, it’s me, Andrew,” came Andrew’s voice, rough but warm.

“Andrew…” Zahir whispered, the name echoing in his mind like a familiar song. It felt close, but he couldn’t quite connect it to a face.

Madisyn said to the captain, urgency in her voice, “Captain, we need to arrange a ticket for Zahir to come see us.”

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They could wait near the Klein family’s private airport; leaving in the evening would be fine.

The captain nodded, fully understanding the urgency of her request.

Even with his memory loss, Zahir felt an unexpected trust toward Andrew, a connection he couldn’t explain. Curiosity gnawed at him about the man who seemed to hold pieces of his past.

Madisyn began searching for a nearby hospital where they could wait until Zahir arrived.

At three in the afternoon, Zahir stepped into the hospital, a mix of hope and uncertainty evident in his stance. Andrew’s eyes locked onto Zahir, glistening with unshed tears, the weight of their shared past hanging heavily in the air. Zahir met Andrew’s gaze, a strange feeling stirring within him.

“Do we know each other?” he asked softly.

“We do,” Andrew replied, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re alive; that’s amazing.”

Zahir’s brow furrowed as he tried to piece things together, but the memories remained out of reach.

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