Chapter 44
Victoria got into the car, took off her sunglasses, and found Henry watching her closely.
She blinked, puzzled. "What is it?"
"Nothing."
Henry looked away, his fingers resting on the steering wheel, his Adam's apple subtly moving as he spoke.
The moment she appeared, he had noticed her. It was as if everything around him had faded into colorless oblivion, and the only thing he could see was her.
She seemed like an aristocratic princess, reshaping his entire perception of her. He felt like he was seeing her for the first time.
But his expression grew colder.
They had been married for five years, yet hadn't known she had so many different sides to her.
He had made up his mind that once she regained her memory, he would get to the bottom of everything that confused him recently.
At the hospital, Henry led Victoria straight to a familiar neurologist's office.
After explaining the situation, Victoria underwent a CT scan. The results came in quickly, and when she returned with the report, she saw Henry chatting with the expert. They seemed very familiar with each other, like old friends.
Gideon Holland, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked at her and said, "You really are different from before."
Victoria asked, "Who are you?"
She didn't remember him.
Gideon smiled. "I just returned to the country. I've seen a photo of your family of three."
Victoria was surprised, thinking, "He could tell I am different just from the photos? Impressive! He really is amazing!"
Gideon glanced over her report, his eyebrows furrowing as he peered over his glasses. "Your concussion has healed, and there are no blood clots blocking your brain, so theoretically, it shouldn't have caused memory loss."
At that moment, Victoria felt a sharp, icy gaze on her. It was as if her soul had been frozen in place.
She forced herself to stay calm. "But I really don't remember the past five years."
Gideon adjusted his glasses. "It could be a neurological issue or a psychological one. But I believe your memory loss is temporary. Maybe one day, when you wake up in the morning, it'll all come back. So, there's no need to worry too much."
Victoria nodded. "Okay, I understand."
Henry suddenly asked, "Is there a way to help her recover her memory quickly?"
Victoria frowned. "What do you want to do?"
Henry didn't look at her. His eyes were fixed on Gideon.
"There is," Gideon replied.
Henry's gaze sharpened. "What method?"
Victoria clenched her fingers, comforting herself in her mind, "Don't panic. I don't have amnesia. Any method won't work!"
Gideon said, "Hypnosis."
Henry immediately said, "Do it on her."
Victoria stared at Henry's back, filled with confusion.
She thought, "Why is he so obsessed with making me regain my memory?
What difference can it make?
He still loves Sarah, and Jude has agreed to their divorce. Even if I 'recover my memory,' I will stick to my current mindset."
She realized that she had never truly understood Henry.
Gideon sighed. "Do you think hypnosis is that easy? You can't just do it casually. It could end up making the person go mad."
Henry's brow furrowed. "Then what do you suggest?"
Gideon replied, "Hypnosis requires a lot of preparation. First, you need a skilled hypnotist. Second, the person being hypnotized can't have any resistance or it will fail. The consequences could be severe. So, I recommend letting things happen naturally."
Henry's face darkened.
He was clearly not satisfied with this answer.
Just then, Victoria's phone rang again. It was Camille calling.
"I'll take this call."
"Hello, what's going on?"
Camille's voice was cold. "Victoria, you're such an irresponsible daughter. This weekend is your father's birthday. Do I really have to remind you that? Have Henry and Jude come, too."
Victoria tightened her grip on the phone. With everything going on with the divorce, she had completely forgotten that.
"Okay, I'll come."
Camille's lone grew harsher. "Not just you. Henry and Jude must come as well. If they don't, don't bother coming back again!"
With that, Camille hung up.
Victoria felt a suffocating pressure as though someone had grabbed her throat. She had to pause to catch her breath.