Chapter 211

Verena wasted no time. She instructed Danica and Bobby to escort lsaac back to his hospital room, while she herself headed straight to her office to arrange Isaac's medical records. Once the files were in order,she turned on her heel and walked directly toward the psychology department.

At the entrance, she lifted her hand. Her slender fingers curled lightly, and her knuckles tapped against the door.

Knock,knock, knock.

The sound drew the attention of several psychologists inside, heads turning one after another.

When they saw Verena, one of the doctors quickly stood, asking with caution, "Evelyn, are you here for an inspection?"

Evelyn Model Hospital carried a reputation outwardly forits gentle and compassionate care.

But behind closed doors, the truth was sterner.

To remind every doctor of the weight of their duty and to prevent even a hint of negligence, random inspections were held across all departments.

Such measures were meant to separate the-wheat from the chaff, exposing those who treated responsibility lightly.

And that was why her sudden appearance had set their nerves on edge.

Reading the unease on their faces, Verena smiled, her tone calm."NO,I'm here to see Dr. Moss."

At once, the tension drained from their shoulders. A square-faced doctor stepped forward, answering,"Dr.Moss went to collect some documents. I'll call him for you."

Verena nodded, her smile poised between authority and approachability. "Thank you. Please ask him to come to my office." Not long after she returned to her office, there came a knock at the door.

Verena set aside the documents and looked up. Standing at the threshold was Simon.

She smiled faintly, tilting her chin. "Come in."

Simon entered and sat opposite her desk.

"Evelyn, did you call me for something?"

He fixed his gaze on her, quietly thrilled she had sought him out.

Verena nodded, her tone steady. "Yes. I need to discuss something important-about my husband."

The smile on Simon's face froze. Her words pierced him like a sudden blade.

The hope that had just flared in him was smothered as if by a cold downpour, leaving behind bitterness and anger.

When his colleague mentioned Verena had summoned him, he had imagined she wanted something personal, perhaps even to ask about his familiar face. But no-she spoke of another man.

Jealousy ate away at him, though he forced himself to keep a mask of composure.

He curved his lips into a gentle smile, feigning curiosity."Oh? And what seems to be troubling your husband?"

Verena slid Isaac's medical records toward him. As he reached to take them, his fingers brushed against hers. A tremor ran through him, stirring restless desire.

He steadied himself quickly, lowering his eyes to the documents.

While he studied them, Verena spoke. "I remember your resume. Your main discipline was psychology, with clinical practice added later. And the hospital you worked at in Clokron is famous for its psychological department. That's why I'd like you to treat my husband." As Simon leafed through Isaac's records, a faint, icy gleam crossed his eyes. So, even after all this, Isaac still clung to life-tenacious to the point of defiance.

Yet his thoughts soon twisted. What appeared as Isaac's strength was, in Simon's mind, merely borrowed time.

The last survival had been nothing more than a stroke of luck, a coin tossed in his favor. But fortune, like a fickle companion, rarely walks the same road twice. This time, Isaac might find Lady Luck turning her back.

Still, outwardly, Simon's expression softened into a warm smile. "Of course. That's my duty."

Verena leaned forward, explaining carefully,"Isaac was in a car accident months ago. The driver and his father died instantly. His father shielded him with his own life, giving Isaac a chance to survive. But his legs were gravely injured. Recently, I operated on him myself. His body shows he can begin rehabilitation, but he's still unable to stand. His father died saving him. I believe the loss of his father has left him trapped in a shadow of grief."

She paused, her lips curving with a sorrowful smile. "The accident not only disabled him-it erased his memories of us. He's forgotten the love we once shared. Now, he believes our marriage is nothing more than a family arrangement. He's burdened with loss, and he's forgotten me. I hope you can help him heal and restore what he's lost."

As Verena spoke of Isaac, her mind slipped into their past, and joy lit her face. A blissful smile, like sunlight breaking through clouds, touched her lips.

But to Simon, that smile was unbearable.

He longed to grip her shoulders, to shout that he was the one who truly loved her.

And Isaac? What was Isaac?

A man fated for a wheelchair-how could he compare?

In Simon's eyes, only he was worthy to stand at Verena's side.

Yet she chose Isaac. What made Isaac better than him?

The thought made his eyes narrow, a storm brewing beneath the calm.

If memories had been erased, then why let them return at all?

Suppressing his dark thoughts, Simon adjusted his glasses, his voice smooth. "His symptoms match post-traumatic stress disorder. After severe trauma, the brain often hides away, shielding itself. Forgetting becomes a kind of armor, a defense against further harm."

He looked at Verena and added slowly, "This is a psychological issue-my specialty."

Simon's career was filled with cases that proved his skill. Verena had no reason to doubt him.

"I knew I chose the right person." Gratitude filled her eyes, her smile soft. "Dr. Moss, I'm entrusting my husband to you."

Simon's lips curved. "I will cure him."

His voice was gentle, his smile sincere. Yet in his eyes flickered a madness that went unnoticed. Verena arranged Isaac's psychological treatment for the next day.

She knew such sessions required privacy-just patient and doctor.

But still, unease stirred in her. She wanted to see Isaac's reactions with her own eyes.

She feared that Simon, however skilled, might ask a question that would reopen wounds instead of healing them.

So she discussed it with Isaac first. With his consent, she decided to install surveillance in the therapy room to observe quietly.

Naturally, she also informed Simon.

Before Isaac entered the room, noticing his unease, Verena bent down, holding his hand. Her voice was warm and low."Think of it as an ordinary chat. Don't be nervous. I'll be right outside."

Isaac's hand brushed her cheek, his voice calm and deep. "As long as I know you're outside, I won't be nervous."

He gazed at her tenderly, and she returned his look with a sweet smile, eyes glowing with affection.

Together,they painted the picture of an enviable couple.

But for Simon, the sight was torment. Jealousy gripped him tight, his fists curling at his sides as he tore his gaze away.