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Chapter 623
Nolan was standing in the darkness, and no light, nothing could be seen.
The psychologist looked at his pocket watch, took the paper Quincy handed to him, and said, “Can you see the
scene of the incident?”
Scene of the incident?
Sweat rolled down Nolan’s brows.
The psychologist hinted, “When your wife got into the car accident, you went over to the scene.”
Nolan was standing in the darkness, frozen on the spot, but he could see the fire from afar. He took heavy steps
toward that direction, some sounds floating around in his mind.
“Zee, I’m sorry, Zee…
“We don’t need to be divorced, don’t leave me…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNolan stared at the man kneeling in front of the car, crying his heart out.
His breathing stopped as a head-splitting sharp humming started, drowning out all the surrounding noises.
“Nolan!”
He slowly raised his head.
Maisie was in front of him with a swaddle in hand and walking toward him with a smile. “We have another child.
Look, he looks so much like you.”
Maisie showed the child to him, but it was just a bloody chunk of flesh.
Nolan immediately sat up, looking pale and covered in a cold sweat.
Quincy walked over to him. “Are you alright, Mr. Goldmann?”
The psychologist put the pocket watch away and sat down on the couch. Quincy looked at him, “Did the suggestion
not work? Why is he so afraid?”
The doctor answered, “Memory impairment is usually caused by trauma in the brain. There might be some
hindrance with psychotherapy with his current condition. There’s something in his subconscious that he is trying to
avoid.”
Quincy was stunned. Something he was trying to avoid? Is it…
Quincy let the bodyguards send the doctor back. In the large guest room, Nolan’s body was swallowed by coldness.
Quincy pulled the curtains apart, from darkness to light. The setting sun’s light covered each corner in front of the
couch, dust particles floating in the light
Quincy looked at Nolan’s pale face and couldn’t help but worry. “Mr. Goldmann, are you alright?”
Nolan calmed down and asked, “Incident… What does that mean?”
Quincy paused. “Do you remember?”
Nolan shook his head. “I have a vague impression, but I can’t remember.” Then he stopped talking.
Nolan looked up, his eyes red. “You’re hiding something from me. You and my dad know it, right?
Tell me, right now.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmQuincy looked helpless. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell, but Nicholas had said that if Nolan found out, it would
affect him.
Didn’t Maisie avoid telling him for the same reason?
Quincy was caught in a tough spot because Nolan was shooting daggers at him, but the door was pushed open just
then
Quincy relaxed when he saw who came in
Maisie walked in and looked at them, curious. “What’s going on?”
“Mr. Goldmann just finished his… psychotherapy.”
After Quincy said that, Maisie walked to Nolan.” What’s wrong?”
Nolan turned to look at Maisie and saw the woman who was carrying a bloody swaddle walking toward him. The
smile was one of hatred, and it suffocated him
He was afraid of the Maisie, who felt so foreign.
‘No, don’t
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