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Mona could not imagine how she would spend the rest of her life if something happened to Maxwell.

Jane held Mona in her arms and comforted her, "Mona, they're all fine. The doctor said that none of them were in danger. It's just that they haven't woken up yet."

Jane couldn't stand the pain of seeing her grandchild die before her. Fortunately, Mona

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Mona looked into Jane's eyes and said firmly, "It's good that everyone is fine. Grandma, I

She couldn't be relaxed until she saw him.

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at to see Maxwell now."

"Mona, I'll get the caregiver to get a wheelchair and wheel you over." Jane stood up and left the ward.

She knew that if Mona didn't see with her own eyes that Maxwell was safe, she wouldn't feel relieved. Mona nodded and looked at the door expectantly. Now that she thought about the car accident yesterday, she felt a lingering fear and would tremble uncontrollably. Thinking about how Maxwell was protecting her at the critical moment, she felt touched and decided to treat Maxwell well in the future.

Soon, the caregiver wheeled the wheelchair over. With the help of Jane, Mona sat in the wheelchair and was wheeled by the caregiver toward Maxwell's ward.

When they arrived, Jane and the caregiver tactfully retreated, leaving the ward to Mona and Maxwell so that the couple could express their longing.

The door of the ward was closed, and the weak sunlight shone through the window. There was a bare tree outside window, swaying with the wind. It was a little bleak. Mona looked at Maxwell on the bed. His head was wrapped in gauze, but it could not hide his handsome facial features.

Mona wheeled the wheelchair to Maxwell's bedside. Her hand subconsciously grabbed Maxwell's hand and held it to her cheek.

Holding hands, Mona could feel the warmth coming from his palm. However, for some reason, she did not feel as safe as before. Perhaps it was because Maxwell was unconscious.

Mona didn't think too much about it. She just stared at Maxwell, wanting him to recover as soon as possible.

"Maxwell, I'm waiting for you to wake up." Mona stared at the sleeping Maxwell.

The fear during the car accident, the worry when she woke up, and the many words she wanted to say all turned into one sentence the moment she saw Maxwell.

After Mona stayed in Maxwell's ward for a while, a doctor knocked on the door and came in to check on him.

During the doctor's examination, Mona was watching from the side and praying silently in her heart that there must be nothing wrong with Maxwell. She had been in the ward for so long. Haley and Nigel had already woken up. Nigel's left arm was broken. Haley was fine, but there were some minor scratches on her cheek.

After the doctor finished examining Maxwell, Mona heard him say in not-so-fluent Horietish, "The patient's head is injured, and the structure of the head is very complicated, so we don't know when the patient will wake up. It can be a few days or a few months. You have to be mentally prepared."

After listening to the doctor's words, Mona could not help but frown. "Doctor, is it possible that he will never wake up?"

This was what Mona was worried about.

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The doctor shook his head. "That's unlikely. The patient has a strong will to live."

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Mona looked at the unconscious Maxwell again and thought that he would wake up sooner. If he really fainted for decades, Mona did not know what to do. It seemed that the only thing she could do was to accompany him and talk to him. After the doctor left, Bernard and the others surrounded Maxwell's ward.

Albert was the first to comfort Mona, "Mona, don't worry. The doctor just said that Maxwell's will to live is very strong. He will wake up soon."

Barbara echoed, "That's right, Mona. Maxwell will definitely wake up."

When Jane saw that Mona's gaze was on Maxwell, she thought that it was better for Mona to talk to Maxwell alone.

She said to the people around her, "Stop talking. Let's go out first"

After everyone left, only Mona and Maxwell were left in the ward. Mona was still holding Maxwell's hand on her cheek. A tear flowed down from the corner of her eye.

Mona said, "Maxwell, you have to try to wake up as soon as possible. I will always be by your side and never leave you!" Time passed day by day. Maxwell woke up much earlier than Mona had expected.

On the third day of Maxwell's coma, the wind blew in through the window late at night. Mona quickly put down the pen and design draft in her hands and closed the window.

The moment she stood up, she subconsciously glanced at Maxwell. Her eyes were filled with anticipation. When she closed the window and wanted to sit down, she subconsciously glanced at Maxwell.

That glance shocked her for a long time. Maxwell's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his fingers moved unconsciously. Then, he slowly opened his eyes.

Mona's eyes met Maxwell's. Mona subconsciously jogged to Maxwell's bed and held his hands. She was so excited that she did not know what to say.

She thought that she would have to stay with Maxwell for a long time, probably years or decades. She never expected that Maxwell would wake up in just three days.

However, Mona felt a little unfamiliar as she stared at Maxwell's eyes. There seemed to be something missing in his Mona didn't take it to heart because Maxwell had awakened.

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Maxwell looked at Mona in front of him in confusion. She was very beautiful, especially her large eyes. Even without makeup, he felt that they were exceptionally pleasing to the eye. However, when he saw the two of them holding hands tightly, he slowly retracted his hand.

Maxwell said in a low voice, "Miss, who are you?"

As he retracted his hand, Mona looked at Maxwell in a daze. A piece of bad news appeared in her mind. Maxwell had lost his memory.

She subconsciously asked, "Maxwell, no way. You don't remember who I am?"

"Maxwell, is that my name? Should I remember who you are?" Maxwell asked.

The light above his head shone down and embedded layers of light around Maxwell. Even if he was sitting now, his tall and straight figure could be clearly seen. When Maxwell said those words, at that moment, Mona felt that the man in front of her was unfamiliar. He was no longer the Maxwell she knew.

"Yes, you're Maxwell. I'm your wife. My name is Mona," Mona replied.

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For a moment, Mona did not even know how to react. Maxwell was awake, but he did not remember her anymore. He did not remember what had happened between them.

Maxwell looked at the beautiful girl in front of him and frowned as he thought about something. "You're my wife. I'm sorry, I don't remember."

Hearing Maxwell's words, Mona knew that it was just as she had thought. He had lost his memory. "Stay here and don't move. I'll call the doctor over."

Maxwell showed a smile as he watched the graceful figure disappear from his sight. He felt a little unfathomable.

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