HBWnovel Chapter 218 Who are you? And who am I? Part2
Chapter 218 Who are you? And who am I? Part2
The woman paused when she heard my question, seemingly caught off guard that my first words would inquire about her and our relationship.
However, a flicker of sadness crossed her eyes, quickly replaced by a hint of relief.
The stunning woman before me lowered her head, lost in thought for a moment, her eyes betraying a struggle with inner turmoil.
My body felt numb, and it seemed like the dead of night outside, the sky a deep crimson.
My head was still foggy, likely from just waking up, feeling utterly empty inside.
I tried to recall anything, but my mind was blank, not even my own name came to me.
"You're Justin, a journalist, and I'm your wife..." After a long pause, the beautiful woman raised her head and looked at me with tear-filled eyes, her voice trembling with emotion.
"You're my wife? What's your name?" I asked, eyeing the gorgeous woman who claimed to be my spouse.
Her beauty was flawless, from her features to her figure, making me wonder about my good fortune in love.
"I won't tell you my name just yet. Just call me 'wife' for now. I hope one day you'll remember on your own. Even if you don't, it's okay. You've just woken up, and I'm afraid too many memories at once might overwhelm you. Let's take it slow, okay?" She pleaded softly, her eyes earnest.
"Alright, do we have any children?" I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of having a family with this incredible woman.
"Yes, we have a son, Kevin Davis, he's almost two years old..." she replied, her eyes softening at the mention.
"What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything?" The initial joy gave way to confusion, and I was eager for answers.
"You've been in a coma for two years after a car accident that caused a severe head injury. You nearly lost your life, thank God you finally woke up..." she explained thoughtfully.
Her words triggered something in my mind, causing a dull ache in my head.
I held my head in my hands.
"Justin, what's wrong? Hold on, I'll call the doctor right away..." She pressed the emergency button, and soon a doctor arrived.
My brain felt exhausted, as if a bright light flashed by, but I couldn't grasp it.
"He just woke up, his mind isn't clear yet. Let him rest as much as possible, and don't overload him with information..." the doctor advised kindly, speaking to the woman.
Gradually, I drifted back to sleep, missing the rest of their conversation.
Days passed, and after two or three days, I was finally able to get out of bed and move around.
My muscles were weak and needed gradual strengthening.
I could eat quite a bit more, and the woman occasionally took me outside for walks with the child.
During this time, I asked her many questions, but she answered very few.
I must say, she was a very wise person, always by my side.
However, at night, someone would take the child away, and she would stay alone with me.
She told me I was an orphan with no parents and shared some other details, but for some reason, I felt these were trivial matters.
There seemed to be something elusive in my mind that I just couldn't grasp.
The first thing I did when I could walk was to go to the mirror and look at myself; I didn't even remember what I looked like.
Standing in front of the mirror, I saw a stranger with a noticeable scar on his head and stitch marks from surgery in his hair.
I picked up the child named Kevin, and we stood in front of the mirror together.
The child looked a lot like me, and the sense of blood relation was unmistakable.
Yet, I always felt a sense of unease and sadness, but I couldn't pinpoint where these feelings were coming from.
"Who am I really? What is my past? Why won't you tell me?" I persistently questioned the woman, asking whenever I could, but she always avoided my questions until one day I couldn't take it anymore and yelled at her.
"Justin, don't get angry, don't get worked up, it's bad for your health..." The woman said anxiously, rushing over to support my shoulders.
"If you don't want me to get worked up, then tell me everything. I always feel like my past isn't that simple. Why do I always feel this sadness? What have I gone through?" I shouted, pushing her hands away and throwing off the medical cap I was wearing.
"Take it slow, you'll remember everything one day..."
The woman couldn't calm me down, and soon some doctors and nurses came in and held me down.
I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder as a nurse injected me with something, and my consciousness began to blur.
"I wish you could forget who you are forever, then you could live happily with me for the rest of your life, let's start over..." As I lost consciousness completely, I heard a woman's voice echoing in my ear, perhaps thinking I was already asleep, but I caught her words at the last moment.