Chapter 1963: Chapter 1963

Strong enough to make that kind of playboy abandon his long-cherished affairs, make that kind of playboy willing to give up his family inheritance, wanting nothing else.

Strong enough to make... that kind of playboy, relinquish his own life.

"He was hypnotized, only then did he lose his memory of you. The purpose of such hypnosis is to make the patient forget the person who is both their deepest pain and greatest love..."

The one who, when thought of, causes heartache, isn’t that the one you love the most?

Such hypnosis was once used in medical treatment, to help patients who suffered severe psychological trauma recover.

But for Dylan Wellington, it means being deprived of the woman who could stir his emotions the most.

"Hypnosis... amnesia..." Skye Brown murmured, taking a long time to gradually find her voice again.

She was stunned by this fact, deeply stunned.

Skye thought of the interactions with Dylan Wellington since returning to the country—yes, that kind of Dylan Wellington, with such distant and cold eyes.

She felt so inferior that she didn’t dare to think deeply, only assuming he was deliberately distancing himself from her.

Only assuming he was pretending not to know her on purpose.

Even his initial pursuit was misunderstood as a kind of malicious joke.

After all, he was Dylan Wellington, that unruly and unconventional Dylan Wellington, as if any of his actions could make sense—except for the image of ’deep affection without fail,’ which seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Yet, the truth harshly slapped her in the face.

That person... that man... it turned out he could be so deeply affectionate...

He did not abandon her, did not forsake her, did not... did not stop loving her...

Floodgates of tears could no longer be held back as they gushed from Skye’s eyes.

She couldn’t hold back any longer, the grief that overwhelmed her upon suddenly learning Molly’s identity shook her heart even more violently.

Skye’s unabashed sobs came through the phone, Lily clutched the cell phone tightly, her knuckles faintly turning white. Thɪs chapter is updated by NovєlFіre.net

Listening to Skye’s grief-stricken cries, Lily was almost overcome by the same sorrow.

Tears too fell helplessly.

The two women sobbed intermittently across the phone, and after some time, the sound on Skye’s end suddenly ceased.

Lily felt a jolt in her heart.

She instinctively feared that something happened to Skye, even worried that Skye might have negative thoughts.

She immediately wiped her tears and asked, "Skye, are you still there? Skye... Skye..."

But after calling out for a long time, there was no response from the other end.

Lily’s face turned pale in an instant, she looked up in a panic, just about to seek help from Aidan Lucas.

Then she heard Skye’s voice coming back on the phone.

"I’m okay, I just went to wash my face—Lily, thank you for crying with me, I feel much better now..."

"Skye, you..." Lily worried she was just pretending to be strong.

"I’m fine, Lily, don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to myself."

Skye’s voice was full of positive energy, completely different from the Skye who was just sobbing and grieving to the point of suffocating.

"I still have Molly to fight for, and I have... my man to win back." Skye’s voice choked, but a warm smile appeared on her face.

She looked at the just-rising sun outside the window, and for the first time, she felt that life would no longer be as bleak and hopeless as the past few years...