The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Yuri's face transformed with concern. "Temporarily lost her memory?"

His gaze landed on Brittany, who was looking back at him with damp, wide eyes, so different from the Brittany he knew.

"I understand now."

Yuri asked the doctor to leave them alone. He took a deep breath, pulled a chair beside the bed, and reached out gently to Brittany.

"Don't...don't touch me!" Brittany recoiled in fear, causing the needle in the back of her hand to shift, a small trickle of blood reversing into the tube.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you," Yuri said, voice laced with a newfound caution. "Bri, calm down, it's me, Dad."

"Dad?"

Brittany blinked several times, repeating the word.

"Yes, it's me, your dad." Yuri's voice softened as he recounted stories from their past, pulling out a family photo from his wallet. "Look, Bri, we used to be a family. It's all my fault. I didn't protect you..." Brittany studied the photo intently, her guard slowly falling away as she recognized the truth in those captured moments. She wrapped her arms around Yuri. "Dad, it hurts. It hurts so much. I want to go home." Yuri was momentarily stunned. Their relationship had been mending over the days, but this level of affection from Brittany was new to him.

He quickly regained his composure. "Sweetheart, you need to get better here in the hospital. How about I make you some soup tonight? You always loved my soup, didn't you?"

In the presence of his only daughter, Yuri's usual pride melted into a tender warmth.

Brittany nodded obediently. "Okay."

Exhausted from the ordeal and the subsequent examination, Brittany soon fell into a deep sleep.

Yuri sought out the doctor. "When will my daughter recover?"

He had prepared himself to break the news to Brittany about Isaac's accident upon her awakening. But he hadn't expected her to forget everything.

The doctor was uncertain. "Mr. Lynette, it could be a matter of months or it could take years, depending on her progress."

Exiting the office, Yuri contacted his butler. "Get Dr. Peter on the line. We're going back to Craneville."

"Do you want to proceed with the Memory Reinforcement Therapy for Ms. Lynette?"

Dr. Peter was a world-renowned psychologist, known for his expertise in Memory Reinforcement Therapy.

"She's forgotten everything. Maybe it's best to start anew."

Yuri was aware of the deep bond between Brittany and Isaac, but Isaac was gone, an unchangeable reality. Rather than having Brittany suffer from the memories later, it might be better for her to forget him completely.

The butler understood Yuri's decision but couldn't help thinking of the Salter family, who had endured so much loss. "Mr. Lynette, what about the Salters?"

"Tell the Salters to keep Daniel with them. Whatever they ask for, we'll accommodate."

Yuri felt he had done all he could, pressuring the police to extend their search for weeks.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He sighed deeply before finally leaving.

Noel arrived in Craneville fraught with worry. His brother was missing, and his sister-in-law was unconscious.

Sitting in the family estate, he received the news that the search had been called off.

Isaac had been declared dead.

Noel was struck speechless the moment he heard the news, as if all his senses had been extinguished. He could not hear anything, only feeling a gaping void where his heart should be, numb to the pain. The chilling wind howled, echoing the shivering in his chest.

Despite his pressure, the police had closed the case. Finally, he called his grandfather. "Grandpa, something's happened to Isaac."

After hanging up, Noel's assistant, worried for his wellbeing, stayed close by, not leaving his side.

Noel moved through his duties at Grandeur Capital like an automaton, neglecting food and drink, standing before the expansive windows as the night engulfed him.

"Noel, maybe you should eat something," the assistant suggested, heart pounding with concern.

Three days in Craneville, and Noel had not touched food or drink.

Noel had no appetite, his mind consumed by thoughts of Isaac.

"Is my brother eating right now? I miss him so much."

The assistant understood the bond the brothers shared and could only imagine Noel's despair. "Noel, Mr. Salter is gone. You can't afford to mourn indefinitely. There are arrangements to be made, and you need to pull yourself together."