The surgeon thought about it very seriously, saying, "Maybe the memory loss will be more serious, or the person will become confused. Of course, the way to restore memory through hypnosis is not suitable for everyone."

James pressed the service bell, and the housekeeper came over, "

"Check it out and find the world-class expert on hypnosis."

"Why didn't you consider Erin?"

"How about you?"

The housekeeper bowed his head and retreated.

The room was quiet again. James looked at the white veil. Jessica slept restlessly, frowning, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

What did she dream about?

It seemed like a nightmare.

James couldn't help but walk over and put his fingers to caress her delicate face, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

The woman frowned. Her eyebrows, nose, and red lips were the perfect artworks in the world. He could not help but touch her face. The scene that the woman aimed at him with a gun was in his mind.

He didn't know why she held a gun at him. Did she hate him?

His head hurt. With his fingers crossing his hair, he pulled his hair up as if the pain would be reduced, but it backfired. The headache forced him to sit on the side of the bed with one hand.

It's so painful that he pulled the sheets. Perhaps lying down would make him feel better, so he lay in the bed.

***

Horses trod on the gravel road, and a carriage was passing through the dark night.

Avery leaned against the carriage, which wobbled, but she yawned in a sleepy way.

Cars could not get into the woods. The only more comfortable means of transportation was probably the European carriage.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night, and there were no lights around. The carriage had its own rechargeable lights, flickering.

There was nothing on either side but trees. Perhaps all kinds of wild animals ambushed, and the breath of danger loomed everywhere.

Avery held her arms. With a coat on her, she still felt cold. The carriage shook her to pieces.

After a while, the carriage finally stopped. A bodyguard assigned by Maeve opened the door to let her get off, then threw her luggage to the ground and could not wait to drive back.

In front of Avery was a humble wooden hut about 30 to 40 square meters, whose roof was also made of wood. There was a light hanging under the eave.

There was a wooden staircase in front of the door.

Probably it was damp, and moss grew beneath the door. The hut was dark inside.

Avery carried the small light left by the bodyguard to her and quickly touched the light switch.

The light was on. It was that kind of old lamp. A wire was directly connected to the bulb. When she opened the door, the wind came in, blowing the bulb.

In the hut, there were no redundant furnishings except a sofa and a bed.

Avery quickly closed the door and locked it. She could still hear the wind blowing the leaves outside.

Suddenly, a furry thing sprang out of her feet. She was so frightened that she could not help screaming. She jumped up and rushed to the sofa.

It was a rat.

The rat was obviously frightened by Avery, too, and quickly got under the bed.

Avery nestled on the sofa and curled up with her arms around her knees. She had been ready before she came here, but the fear was uncontrollably magnified several times when she was there.

The sounds of the wind blowing leaves, the distant wolf cry, and the rat squeak have been magnified countless times, which brought her unprecedented fear.

Avery was so sleepy, but the rat just got under the bed, so she did not dare to go to bed. She covered her ears to block out those creepy sounds.

She breathed carefully to minimize her sense of existence.

When people were in the scariest and helpless situation, the first reaction was to find the person whom they want to rely on.

Avery touched her pocket, took out her mobile phone, and unlocked it. When she subconsciously found Evan's phone number, she suddenly thought of her agreement with Maeve and put the phone down again.

Suddenly there came the sound of claws on the door, which frightened her to curl up and bury her head in her knees.

She didn't know what was in front of the door. Until there was no sound, Avery raised her head and looked to the direction of the door.

Her chestnut eyes reflected the shadow of a python.

***

In the presidential palace.

Dressed in dark gray silk pajamas, Evan took a bottle of wine from the cabinet. He had just been pushed out by Avery.

What a stubborn woman!

He shook his glass and drank the wine, but the spicy taste could not relieve the irritation in her heart.

Half an hour later, Robert got a call, answered it, and looked at Mr. Howel.

Mr. Howel had gone to find Mrs. Howel, but the result was not very optimistic.

Robert hung up the phone, took dozens of paper sheets from the fax machine, and then went to Mr. Howel, "Got it."

"What did you find?"

"Maeve's personal information." Seeing that Mr. Howel was drinking, Robert wanted to read it to him. When Robert saw Mr. Howel was still clear-headed, Robert handed him some paper.

"Maeve graduated from Columbia University. After graduation, she joined the Children's Charitable Relief Fund, and she has been busy with children's charity all these years, so she has a high reputation in Ancient Country."

"You think I want to know that?" Evan flipped through a thick stack of paper, and finally stopped when he saw her emotional experience.

Knowing what Mr. Howel wanted to ask, Robert took the initiative and said, "Our men investigated at the schools where Maeve once attended. She had a boyfriend, and they broke up."

Evan pointed to the words on the paper, "What is this?"

Robert came to have a look, "After they broke up, Maeve committed suicide."

Evan squinted his eyes slightly, "Suicide?"

Robert nodded and continued to say, "According to her family doctor, the Black family has a genetic history of hypochondriasis."