Chapter 614

Chapter 614:

“How long have you been dealing with this?” Madisyn asked, concern etched on her face.

Zahir realized she was talking about his amnesia. “Since I woke up, I can’t remember anything from before.”

Madisyn studied him intently. “Do you have any injuries?”

“I’ve received treatment in the hospital for years, and I’m almost fully recovered,” Zahir said, his tone more steady now.

“Come in,” Madisyn said, motioning for Zahir to enter the hospital room, with Andrew close behind. Waylon wanted to follow, but Madisyn gently closed the door, the soft click echoing in the quiet hallway.

Waylon felt like an outsider. He rubbed his nose, pondering what his sister hoped to achieve by this. Could Andrew really help Zahir recover his memories? If it were that simple, they wouldn’t need psychologists. He sensed Madisyn was underestimating the situation. Yet a glimmer of hope flickered within him—maybe Zahir would regain his memories, and their team could still compete in the upcoming international tournament.

In the hospital room, Madisyn gently encouraged Zahir to lie down on the bed. Zahir appeared tense at first, but he gradually relaxed as Andrew settled next to him.

Madisyn spoke softly, guiding him. “Close your eyes. Let yourself relax completely. Feel each muscle loosen. Just listen to my voice and allow yourself to drift off to sleep…”

Madisyn held a watch in her hand, the ticking sound filling the silence like a distant heartbeat. Zahir’s tense posture slowly relaxed, as if he’d drifted into a shadowy void, lost in aimless wandering.

A voice echoed from the darkness. “Do you remember what you love most?”

What did he love?

It felt like an eternity since he’d thought about that. The question swirled in his mind, leaving him utterly lost. Suddenly, a loud whoosh filled his ears, like something speeding down a track—fast as a bullet.

What was it?

A race car!

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A beam of light tore through the darkness.

“Do you remember who your best friend is?” the voice asked again.

Did he even have a friend? For as long as he could remember, he had been alone, with no sense of where he came from or where life was taking him.

Somehow, the question tied to the first, sending a sharp pain through his head. Broken images flickered in his mind—a racetrack, a crash about to happen, his friend in danger.

Without hesitation, he lunged forward.

In the next instant, he was tumbling off a cliff.

The car hit the ground, and everything went black.

Zahir’s eyes flew open as he jolted awake in bed. Sweat trickled down his forehead as his gaze locked on Andrew. It was him…

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