“Yes, Sir,” replied Steven Hughes‘ assistant on the other end of the line, nodding. “Dr. Liddell is very
interested in your case after she studied your case. She‘s flying over here this morning from Merchant
City. Based on the duration of the flight, she should arrive half an hour later.”
After that, the assistant reminded Steven again, “Sir, are you sure you won‘t be telling Ms. Miller about
this? Her family and she had been responsible for your health when you were unconscious. They even
bought several medical institutions because of you… I think it‘s not that nice if you don‘t tell them that
you‘re looking for a doctor.” Steven furrowed his brow and scoffed, “Are you Kate‘s assistant, or mine?”
The assistant paused and did not answer the question.
“Don‘t you dare tell Kate or her family about this. I‘ll make sure you regret it if you do!” Steven hung up
the phone and walked to the main hall of the airport.
Lately, Steven felt like he was unhinged, having suffered severe headaches over time as if his head
was about to be blown off. During his sleep, he would have some outrageous dreams. Sometimes, he
dreamed of being a gang leader, ordering his subordinates as he smoked. Sometimes, he was a
patient who laid in bed as he waited for someone to take away his heart.
Most of the time, he dreamed that a woman would be screaming his name hysterically in the
darkness…but she did not call out his name. He could not remember what the name was. Every time,
however, he would wake up with a head full of sweat when he heard the sadness and desperation of
that woman in his dream. He had told Kate about his nightmares before, but she would tell him that it
meant nothing. The nightmares were probably due to his tense mental and anxiety, and all he needed
was to take some sedatives to reduce his tension and anxiety.
Thus, he took many, as Kate had suggested, but these nightmares still came to haunt him in his sleep.
He also went to different hospitals seeking help from many psychologists, but none of them were able
to explain his condition.
Over time, he felt like something must have happened while he was in his coma. Although it was
normal to have nightmares, it was far too odd to have repetitive ones.
Afterward, a doctor recommended Dr. Liddell to him. The doctor said Dr. Liddell was one of the
professionals in studying patients in the vegetative stage. Thus, he tried to send his medical profile to
Dr. Liddell last night.
Everyone had been telling him it was difficult to make an appointment with Dr. Liddell as she was a
busy person, but who would have thought she would contact Steven‘s assistant
personally after viewing his information and medical profile? She said she was interested in his case
and requested to fly over to diagnose his condition. Steven took a deep breath and entered the airport.
He genuinely hoped Dr. Liddell could give him the answers he wanted.
He wanted to know what had happened to him during the five years he was practically unconscious.
Why was he experiencing random headaches? Why did he have the same nightmare over and over
again? Why did he have no feelings for his fiancee but kept on reminiscing about a woman he did not
know?
After he entered the main hall of the airport, he saw a woman sitting on her baggage while waiting to
pass the security checkpoint from far away. Unlike those people rushing around her, she looked pale
and emaciated. She was spacing out as she looked at the crowd around her. Her eyes looked dull as if
there was no soul in her body.
Steven trembled when he saw her. ‘Is she…leaving already?‘ He remembered she arrived in Saigen
City just a few days ago. Why was she leaving so soon?
A voice appeared in his mind, telling him to approach her and bid her farewell. As such, he followed the
instruction from the voice in his brain and headed toward the woman.
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